4/29/2014 in Journal Stuff

  • April 30, 2014, 5:14 a.m.
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4/28/14

Roommate asked me whether I have an internship for the summer. Then asked me if I have a job. I’m pretty sure it was to find out whether I’m going to be in the apartment all summer, which is what he should have asked me.

Downstairs neighbors smoke alarm has been going off for the last few hours. Roommate decided to open the windows, so now the whole apartment smells like burnt oil and toast and then turns the AC to 55 degrees. Fifteen minutes later he leaves to go sleep with his girlfriend. I’m so glad I went all OCD on things in this apartment or I’d get to wake up in the middle of tonight, again. But I’d be freezing instead of sweating my ass off, which is the better of the two.

Today, my EMGT teacher stereotyped the blacks and whites in class while making racist comments. Then he proceeded to explain to the class that he’s extremely conservative because of his many, many years of examples and experiences while explaining why he believes being gay is a choice and shouldn’t be a lawfully protected right in the workplace. Then let the class know that the phrase “fagged out” isn’t a bad phrase. Last week he let 3 of the 7 or so girls in the class know they’d be a lot prettier if they’d smile more. “Guys like girls that smile.” I would have been grinning for the rest of class if one of them said “I’m not here to pick up guys.”

His examples was to point to the Botswana exchange students and explain that white americans can’t do all the same things black americans can do and vice versa. Then started stereotyping about how we’re so different because of styles and music likes, etc. One of the black guys called him out on it. So teacher told him they probably didn’t like the same music he did, citing bluegrass. The other guy said he did enjoy bluegrass, so the teacher tries to fix it by inviting him over to listen to some band so they can “jam together.” The student had no idea who he was talking about and probably didn’t like to play bluegrass, but that’s beside the point. Then he used the 5’10” black guy who was in a basketball jersey on the side of the room to argue that short people shouldn’t play basketball. He thought the guy was 6’5” and kept asking him to back him up. Found out the guy wasn’t particularly tall and shrugged it all off saying “it’s because everyone seems so tall when they walk past me sitting down at my desk at the start of class.” Everyone. Seems. So.

Such anecdote. Much wow.

Probably the worst thing he did was when he put a circular chart up on the projector screen showing an internal border of lawfully protected rights (which were age, gender, sexual orientation, religion,…and two others) and then put up his doctored version where he made a bunch of arrows moving sexual orientation to the outer border of things you aren’t lawfully protected from not being hired over.

I get really tired of the claim that his anecdotal claims are why he’s right.

Saw the guy that keeps throwing cigarette butts on the ground in hallway. He looked just like a stereotypical druggie off of any TV show. Short hair, semi-beard (unkempt), dead eyes, gym shorts,a death metal band t-shirt, and an odd slouch walk. The eyes always get me. He’s not supposed to smoke in the hallways, but who’s going to enforce the rules? He’s not supposed to litter, but he does. On the way back into the room, I got to watch him put his cigarette out on the hallway wall before dropping it on the concrete.

Pretty sure I saw someone selling drugs at Walmart. Was watching the storm roll through before picking up some groceries while facing a couple vehicles across the parking lot. They were stopped facing opposite directions with their windows right next to each other. Guy and girl in the pickup facing me. They were there for probably 10-15 minutes before another car showed up and parked next to the car facing away. Guy gets out, gets in the other car for maybe 30 seconds. Gets back out, gets in his own and drives off. 10 minutes later, the other two cars drive off. The clouds looked great.

One of the teacher for the mining engineering department sent something through the mail system that was…unbecoming. I wasn’t a recipient of the mail since I’m not a MineE, but from what I’ve been told by Socio, he ragged on the Botswana students for clogging up the toilets in the building. For which someone complained and the Chancellor of the university got involved to denounce the act with a little added statement from him admitting wrongdoing. I’m told the email has been posted to his Wikipedia page, so I’ll look that up when I’m done playing Warface with Walters. I connect the xbox to the wall so I don’t get randomly disconnected. I’m currently downloading a really slow going update for it, so I’m using that time to type in yesterday’s stuff even though it’s Tuesday for me. (couldn’t find it.)

4/29/14

Saw him again today. He trimmed. Not as dead eyed.

Come Wednesday, I get to do my class discussion…project. Everyone else just sits up in the front of the classroom and brings up a current event, then the teacher commandeers the discussion even though we’re supposed to be the “facilitators.” Nobody puts any real effort into it. I’m going to actually do something communications based. I just watched a speech by Sarah Palin to the NRA and she had some REALLY culturally charged statements and a lot of cheers. I’m going to transcribe the whole 12 minutes of it into some handouts and talk about the why’s behind her. Her word choices, her presentation, maybe ask someone what her appeal is, in general. I’m sure a couple of the guys/girls in the class are conservative enough to tell me why she is/was considered a good politician for the white house. I’ll link the video when I’m reconnected to the internet.

(http://www.cbsnews.com/news/sarah-palin-talks-waterboarding-guns-at-nra-convention)

And really though. It’s no wonder prohibition failed. Seems like you make alcohol out of just about anything.


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