Anthropology. I'm taking Anthropology of North West Pacific Indians this term, and I think I'm lucky to be alive. I'll admit that I'm kind of, okay a lot, opinionated, couple that with the fact that I have trouble from blurting things out, and you've got trouble. Apparently out of twenty five people in my class, twenty are Native Americans. No big deal right? Wrong. I think they want to go all deliverance on me, and have me killed. For three weeks, this class has been nothing but the wrongs that the Whites did to the Native Americans. This is not the class I signed up for, I wanted to learn about like the different spirit legends, and ceremonies, the culture of the Indians. I agree that what the Whites did was wrong, but that was hundreds of years ago! At some point you have to move on. I got into big trouble on Monday when we were talking about trading, and how the Indians would trade six horses for one blu bead. And I made the mistake of saying, (I should have kept it to myself) "if they were stupid enough to trade all of their horses for one blu bead, they deserved to lose them." I'm making so many friends! Today we watched a video, and it was literally one of the worst movies I've ever seen. They included all of this poetry, but it was awful! It would be things like, "stop at the grocery store and ask for directions. There's Grandma's house to the left," I'm not even kidding. To top it off they added all of these weird special effects, like voice overs, so that you can't even understand what the narrator is saying because of the round about styling, then there were all these intense flashing strobe lights that gave me a headache. It was awful! Our teacher called on me to share my thoughts and I'm about to say that I think the movie is a total joke and was a waste of money to make, that the poetry was NOT poetry, and the special effects gave me a headache, when my teacher tells us it's his favorite movie. I just can't win.
On another note, math is going so well! I got an A on our first exam! Astronomy is another story. . .
And lastly, my possible love interest. Things are going very well. He's such a gentleman! He kisses my hand and tells me how he'll treat me so much better than any guy I've dated. I really like him. Connor wants to get back together, but I told him firmly "no", and he and I are working towards a friendship.
Happy ending? Who knows one can only hope I'll find my happily ever after.
Listening to: Hellogoodbye