I think I learn in cycles at Whitman, or rather bunches, each semester here has seemed to me like a group of classes that are bunches of fruit from a tree, each different but similar in structure in taste. Fall of freshmen year I learned how to drink beer. Spring of freshmen year I was in social problems and politics of mass media among other things. This taught me that cultural norms were destructive and should be pushed against and rebuked. Fall of sophomore year I took alternative core and politics of africa among other things. This taught me how bad european and american missions are in the name of civilizing and colonizing. Spring of sophomore year I took birdwatching, starwatching and us history and learned that I was a slacker. Fall of junior year I went to DC and learned how to tie a tie. This semester I am in international politics, politics of ethnic conflict and third world poverty among others. This has taught me that there is no solution to anything and I should either be smarter so I could figure it out or just tweak fully and braid pubic hair all day. My point is, I'm not sure if it's me, or the courses but I can draw very close connections between the classes. Maybe I subconsciously register for these things in bunches or maybe the lord works in mysterious ways.
Now, if you've made it this far I'll get into the topics I promised in the title, but this is no slick, well-written blog post so you'll have to put up with occasional detours and scenic routes. Society in its modern form has made our lives very easy compared to what it used to be. In the old days a covered wagon got you across the country, but only at the risk of diptheria, measles, cholera, and dysentary. Now we have airplanes that take care of it in less than half a day...or more than that. See I got super delayed in the oakland airport on saturday and took the opportunity to engage in some people watching sitting right by the counter for the 7 hours of down time while they fixed our plane. I noticed one lady, mother aged (but not MILF) who was very distraught waiting in line. WHen she got to the front she was near tears and said she had to get to spokane. SHe then went on to explain that her son was on an outdoor semester with some program, but the program had just gone bankrupt and called her, saying she had to come get her son within 24 hours at some place in bumfuck nowhere, Idaho because they were pulling all their staff and closing up shop. As I said our flight got delayed 7 hours so this lady missed all possible chances to get her boy. Now as I said, modernity usually makes our lives easier, but here was a woman, a mother and mothers have a very natural, primal instinct to protect their young and it was clear from this woman's raw emotion that that is what she was trying to do, only to be stymied by this aforementioned modernity. After a few angry hours of pacing around, making phone calls and crying, she gave up, slumped down in a chair, defeated, a mother who could not even through her best efforts act out her natural urge. It was truly heartbreaking, I heard the boy was consumed by wolves, re-introduced to idaho to recapture, nature.
In other news, I'm in a huge intellectual rut after spring break, can't do any work, can't think intelligently, just wanna become a professional masseuse so I can rub sarah dawe's butt.
Also, a new sex move, The Monstro, has been invented, that is all.
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