Day 29...

WOW!  What a day.  This is basically my last day of classes.  Thursday, I have my morning Ethnic Studies class, but then I am leaving to attend Mother's Day Tea with Sophia.

I think it's safe to say I'm the only college student at UWP spending Thursday afternoon with 5 year olds drinking tea. Although, if you go to the Annex you see lots of "tea" being drank and a bunch of people acting like 5 year olds.

Today I had to meet with Freaky DeGenerate to discuss my group (which is required of all group leaders).  During the conversation he asked what my husband did for a living.  I said he was a plumber...cause he's a plumber.  His response was about the most elitist, asshole thing I've ever heard anyone say.

He said, and I quote..."So you are part of the trend of women who marry beneath them."

Of course he's totally right.  I understand now that I shouldn't have married kind, smart and hard working Trevor. Clearly, I should have held out to marry a pervert who is tenured into a position that pays him year after year to pant all over other kind, smart and hard working guys' daughters?

I'm just happy today was my last day with this Prick!

Day 28...

As a parent that just happens to be a college student, I look at things a bit different than the average girl sitting in class.  I don't think I am smarter or better than any of the rest of them...actually that isn't true, there are a couple of girls I'm definitely smarter than.  Don't believe me? Read my last post.

I do, however think I'm more sensitive to the inappropriateness of certain professors. This semester, out of my three professors I'd consider one of them a great teacher, I'd consider another one hard to follow but totally sweet and willing to help in anyway, and finally I'd consider the other one a... total creeper.

Today I was part of a panel discussion where we discussed whether or not prostitution should be legalized.

BTW: it absolutely should not...ever...for any reason be legalized.

So after our 45 minute discussion we receive questions from the audience. The first question he asks is: "What about the beautiful blonde I've seen on The Tyra Show, that says she chooses to be a prostitute to put herself through medical school?"

In my head I'm thinking...I bet this scenario is what gets this guy out of bed in the morning.  
The slight possibility of some pre-med Jenna Jamison look alike, coming to UWP hoping to turn tricks to pay for her tuition. 

Then his next question is: "Well, Julie, what do you think about masturbation?"

Umm...what?!?! How is that at all related to what we're really talking about and ICK!!??

I answered this question, in a smart ass tone, "You're asking what I think about masturbation...I'm all for it."  To which about twelve 18-22 years olds started dying laughing.

Luckily, before this dude could get off,anymore on talking about sex with a bunch of young college girls and one old college girl, the time was up.  He handed back our evaluations and we left.

Wanna see what he wrote on my eval?

Yeah, you read it correctly...SAY THE WORD!! MASTURBATION!!!???

I can only assume that ALL CAPS is a sign that the perv was nearing climax.

As I read this, I thought of all the 18-22 year old girls who may sit in his class someday and not realize he enjoys teaching them not because he likes to watch them learn and become more confident & capable adults, but for a "handful" of other reasons.  I had the same protective feeling for those college girls, that my Dad must have had when he tapped on some dirty old guy's car window, with a water gun, and told the sicko to leave his daughter alone.

Hey, maybe this guy is Jimmy Staver's brother?  

Day 27...

I'm hitting the wall.

I'm getting very tired.  Tired of reading, writing, listening, thinking, but most of all, being around 18 year old college students.

Now, don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy many of the "kids" in my classes.  I have even accepted a couple of them as friends on facebook.  However, there are so many other "kids" that I really do not enjoy being around...at all...ever.

"Kids" that post things like this for Ethnic Studies homework two weeks before the semester ends.

"In this chapter it talks about how males are favored in sports especially basket. And it then goes on to explain what women do when you watch a mans game... they are either with their husband ot kids, working in the consession stands, or helping others. They also said " where are the women? those closet to the action on the court are probably cheerleaders, tumbling, dancing, and being thrown in the air in support of the exploits of the athletes." I do not agree with these becuase more men are being cheerleaders. So therefore this is kind of being racist where they are saying men shouldnt be doing cheer becuase its a women thing to do. What do you think...Is this being racist againist men being cheerleaders? why or why not?"


Come the Fuck on, Bridget! 

(No, her name is not Bridget...that's a movie quote that I use when I'm tired of saying WTF?.  Watch Bridget Jones Diary, you loser.   FYI - Colin Firth=YUMMY)

Seriously, I find it appalling this girl was accepted into college completely unaware of the difference between racism and sexism, and clearly, she's never heard of proofreading. The fact that she's spent 27 days in an Ethnic Studies class with, in my opinion, a great professor and still doesn't know the difference, speaks to her capabilities as a learner.  Let's not forget, the fact that she is a SHE!  18 year old SHES should be able to recognize sexism when they see it and be able to verbalize or document the injustice that they're witnessing.

Can I get an AMEN?!

Day 26...

I registered for classes for the fall.  I'm sticking to the Tuesday & Thursday schedule for as long as I can.  Since I have to take 6 credits of Math for Re...ally, really stupid people, I thought I'd get that over with. I'm taking both of these classes next fall.  Should be a blast!

Here is my schedule for Tuesday & Thursday starting in September:

Do you know what my worst nightmare is?  

Sitting in Math class (that doesn't even count toward graduation) for 3 hours every other day for 4 months.  My only hope is that my professor is smokin' hot. Keep your fingers crossed.  

Although, I had a super hot Algebra teacher in high school who was so distracting, I didn't learn a damn thing.....Thanks a lot Mr. James P. Acherman!

Day 25...

Yesterday in Ethnic Studies, I was discussing the Clarence Thomas/Anita Hill hearings with a small group of students.  Because these hearings were in the early 90's, I asked if we could think of any more recent public case where race, class & gender intersect, because I know most of the class was BORN in the early 90's!  One of the kids mentioned the OJ trial and I said "well that wasn't much more recent than CT & AH because that was in like '95, I think...around the year I graduated from high school."

I'm not exaggerating when I say there was a loud GASP!  The same gasping kid then followed with this statement, "You didn't have to tell us that!" His tone gave me the impression that I'd made him really uncomfortable with waaaay too much personal and very private information!?

Should the fact that I graduated from high school 15 years ago be reacted to, in the same way that one might react if someone shared something a little more along these lines, "...in like '95, I think...the same year I had my 4th abortion and contracted herpes...again!"

NO! Seriously, realizing that someone in your class is over 30 should not strike fear in heart of any 18-22 year old.

So listen up youngsters.  I have a valuable lesson for you. If someone tells you some uncomfortable information like "in like '95, I think...the same year I had my 4th abortion and contracted herpes...again!", don't offend the person with a statement like, "You didn't have to tell us that!" Do what a mature almost 33 year old would do, keep your mouth shut.

Just scream "SLUTTY McHERPIEPANTS!" in your head.

Day 24...

Social "misfit" girl didn't show up for class last night.  She must have read my blog and decided she didn't want a face punch.  In case some of you think I would really punch her in the face...duh!  No, not everything I write on this blog should be taken seriously, and things I write could be taken out of context and offend some people.  So if you're a person who is super sensitive to anything not PC, I urge you NOT to read my blogs.  Remember, I gave fair warning months ago...

TUESDAY, JANUARY 19, 2010

UWP & ME

I've decided to document my days as a non-traditional student at my new blog  UWP & ME.  It will just be some thoughts and highlights from a day in the life of an old lady's return to college life.
I can't promise that I won't diss college age girls and boys, or the professors I have (although names will be changed to protect the innocent myself).  I will probably poke fun at the university staff, mainly targeting 2 Prospective Student Services employees.  God knows, I will do plenty of profoundly stupid things that will require some blog attention, but from time to time I will get all deep and blow your mind with my perspective on life, liberty and the pursuit of a Philosophy degree.

Which reminds me, I officially declared my major yesterday...Philosophy but  I'm still debating on the minor.  I also registered for a pre-session summer class...wait for it...with the same crazy, smart professor that has been driving me crazy all semester.   I get 3 credits in 3 weeks though, so I am willing to suck it up.

Day 23...

Let me set the scene before I start my rant...

Yesterday 4:50pm - Sitting in a classroom before Philosophy class starts, reading a chapter from Ethnic Studies so I can have the homework posted online by 8am this morning. I have 10 minutes which is plenty of time to finish the reading I started while sitting in my car, trying hard not to drive to Kwik Trip and open my mouth under the Diet Mountain Dew spicket!

Enter...the annoying "I talk loudly on the phone, while others try to text, read, text, chat, text, do homework and did I mention text before class," girl.

Literally, she talks in full volume as the rest of us sit there, shooting daggers with our eyes into the back of her stupid head. Occasionally, one of the other annoyed people will purposely leave to use their phone in the hallway (where normal, polite and courteous people have their private conversations) just to see if she'll get the hint.  No dice!

Her conversations include shit like her mom's work schedule, or if she can't get enough graduation tickets for her family flying in from Las Vegas she'll be really pissed, or that she thinks it's super hilarious that we use "googled" like it's a verb....HA-HA-HA!

Really, who are you my fuckin' grandma?  I am sorry to say but if you are younger than 25 "googled" has been part of your vocabulary since...um... pretty much forever, so shut it! 

She does this every class...EVERY SINGLE CLASS!  She has literally walked past people talking on their phones in the hallway and sat down to interrupt the quiet peaceful classroom.  I mean come on, do you not see the eye rolls or hear the heavy, irritated sighs as others enter the room to see (& hear) you in the front row shouting about how you were a bad-ass in high school so when you call there "they will definitely remember who I am!"

My guess is they'll remember you because you were as socially retarded then, as you are now, and they all wanted to punch you in your face!

I think for the safety of young ignorant girls everywhere, I shouldn't have given up soda until the semester ended.