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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

 

no one told me

No one told me that this multicultural issues class would really run 3 1/2 hours without a break.

No one told me that the professor was going to be a militant Native American.

No one told me that said professor may in fact be a transsexual, which I'm sure I'm supposed to learn in this class shouldn't be as distracting as I'm currently finding it.

No one told me that I'd have to read a metric assload of REALLY SINCERE essays about racism/sexism/classism/pickyourism.

However, someone DID tell me that summer quarter is only 8 weeks long.

All smart-assedness aside, I really feel out of touch in the class. I'm way past that "finding my identity" part of my life - although I can remember it from when I was around 19 - and as much as I abhor discrimination and misinformation in our society, I feel like it's just wanky to sit around talking about it. I feel it's much more important to simply do unto others and try to be fair and compassionate to everyone. But maybe that's just my dominant European-American culture talking.

Comments:
If I told you that I'm in a similar situation - ok, shorter class but also reflective new agey bs stuff- would that make you feel better?

How about if I pointed you to my way of dealing with it?
That my blog item last week - "Barney is not evil?" -
was my "exit ticket" from one class. Each student had to provide one thought he was going to "let simmer."
Mine was the idea that we should look past Barney's purpleness and see the good inside.

Pukingly yours,
Scoop
 
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