Going Home 9/24/2001
I'm going home in three days for a fabulous four-day weekend. Yay for vacations!
I actually had a pretty crappy day today, but it doesn't matter anymore because I just got off the phone with my mom and now I'm in a fantastic mood. Yay for moms!
My day started out with me getting up at 20 to 7 so I could get in some extra studying time. I had a really good breakfast and went to H.B. Crouse (an awesome building in SU with its own coffee shop and bakery) where I got some coffee to wake myself up. In my Freshmen Forum class we were discussing what was going on in current events and Toni Morrison's books. Toni Morrison is our guest lecturer for this year.
Anyway, since I rarely speak up in class, I figured I'd give it a try. My professor blamed the U.S for Osama Bin Laden's bombings because we're the ones who trained him in the first place. I'm not saying the U.S. was totally innocent in this whole situation, but I highly doubt that the U.S. military could predict that their training of Osama Bin Laden would backfire so badly.
My professor also said that instead of training people like Bin Laden and his Islamic Fundamentalist to fight against Russian Communism in the late 1980's and early 1990's, we should have gone in and fought Russian encrouchment on Afganistan ourselves.
My argument for that was why should the U.S have to do everything? We tried to help them by showing them how to fight and protect themselves.
My professor at this point is getting angry with me and says, "Well, how come you don't see U.S. citizens crying in outrage when we bomb innocent Iraqis?"
Again, I'm not saying the U.S. is innocent, far from it, but that still doesn't mean that we deserved to be bombed. Yes, we trained Bin Laden, but we trained him with the good intentions of helping them protect themselves. And no, most Americans don't get upset when Iraqis get bombed because Iraq is a very anti-American country for the most part, on top of being very anti-Semitic. I'm not saying our apathetic attitude is correct, but that still doesn't give a small group of radicals any right to bomb us.
His answer: "Well, the scientist who created Frankenstein didn't mean for Frankenstein to go crazy, but he did." ::sigh of annoyance:: Then the bastard says, ( to the whole class, but it was aimed at me) "I don't mind if you have an opinion...Just make sure its an intelligent, informed opinion and you're not just spouting out what the media feeds you." So much for speaking up in class...Then the prof looks at me and says, "Why is it that Americans regurgitate whatever the media tells them and treats them as facts?" So this asshole guy named Logan looks at me and says, "Because most of the American public is a bunch of sheep." Yea, well, I'd rather be a sheep than a horse's ass. I should have said that too, except I just thought of it now...::sigh:: Don't you hate it when that happenes? Someone rips into you and then you think of the perfect comeback...12 hours later.
On other matters...my guy, we shall call him A, since that's the first letter of his name, definitely doesn't like me. I mean, its a good thing, because if something had started, there would've been more problems. It's just...I really like him. He never talks to me in class or afterwards. We had a math review on Saturday, and when he came in, he didn't look at me or say hi to me. He IMed me today, but when we got to the testing location, he barely said hello to me. After Toni Morrison's speech, he bolted out of the auditorium. He was sitting three seats back; I know he saw me. I would've had a conversation with him if he hadn't flown out of the auditorium. I know he can't downright dislike me because on his AOL profile he said I was "bubbilious." And his AIM away message said yesterday, "I'm studying in Moon Library...Artist you know you wanna join me." He's so weird though. Yesterday I IMed him, asking a chemistry question, and he never responded. Dude, if I was a freshman guy and the girl I liked asked me to help her, I would be more than happy to oblige. Today before our chemistry test he didn't even say hello to me. I was really upset because I bombed the math test and I studied really hard for it. I went to a two-hour Saturday review, I went over my notes, I went to Professor Hsiang's office hours, even though he treated me like crap...You know what A says to me when I was practically crying about the test? He shrugs and says, "I thought it was easy." Then, he proceeds to totally ignore me while he talked to my friend Jenny. Even when I start conversations with him, its like he can't be bothered. He's not shy around girls because I see him with groups of them all the time. Would he like me if I was Asian? (Not that I can do anything about that one...) Does he like me? What the hell is going on?? Whatever. I have enough things to worry about. I have Helen and I have Erin and that's all I need. A can kiss my Caucasian Jewish ass.
Yeah, so I took my first tests today, chemistry and calculus. Calculus I bombed. It was a 6 question test. That means if you get two wrong, it's automatically a 68. I'll be lucky if I got an 8...No that wasn't a typo. I meant to say 8. Chemistry wasn't so bad. I know I passed. It was 25 questions and some I knew how to do them, but I couldn't figure out the answer. Two or three I just had no idea so I played Eenie Meenie Mynie Mo. I'm figuring 75-80. My religion test is on Wednesday which I'm sure I'll do great. All in all it wasn't too bad...
Oh, and I have to tell you about the club I went to on Saturday...that'll just have to wait for another day though.
Phobia of the Day: Kopophobia- Fear of fatigue
Until my next entry
Artist
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