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Wow, that title was just too relevant
to not use.
It's just so close to the end of the semester,
to the Thanksgiving Holidays, I just can't seem
to care anymore. I've already given up on doing
one assignment this evening. About to start math.
I guess I'll just get up early tomorrow, wash my hair,
and boot scoot to the library do work.
I just care make myself care anymore.
I just finished performing what I consider the last
interesting thing of the semester [giving my speech
on gay rights to an all Christian class-yeah, I got
some looks for that one].
I'm doing fairly well in all of my classes. Math
is the only thing my grade is lacking in. I've
got all A's and B's except for that class, but it's
math, so it's not like anyone was surprised.

Listening to Ray Charles as I dread my roomate's
inevitable return here. I don't hate her, in fact I think
she's very nice, I'm just the solitary type. That's partly
why I signed on to having a suite. I need to be forced
to socialize. If I'm not, I'd never leave my room.
Except for stars. For stars and lectures I leave.

Like the open lecture Friday night at Agnes Scott,
about stars. I simply cannot wait.
Are you asking if I chose to listen to a lecture,
that I don't need for any class and has no relevance
to my academic career, instead of pissing myself
waiting in line for HPGOF? Yes, yes I am.
I'd rather wait on the latter until a date where
I can go to an IMAX and watch with best friend
and fellow HP geek Feyfey. And with us both
attending different schools, it's becoming
increasingly difficult to oraginze co-convienent dates.

But we'll work it out. Probably over the holidays.
Woot Woot.

T h e s t e p H
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Tue Jan 29, 2008 @ 05:28pm

I can't believe I haven't mentioned this yet, but that persuasive speech I had to give in communications- the one I chose to do on gay rights- I have a story to tell you about that.

I need to frame it up by saying that, before we could even begin writing it, we had to have a sit-down meeting with the professor to go over what was and was not acceptable as far as topics and content went.

I sat down, told her I intended to do it on gay rights, and more specifically the right to marry. It wasn't on her list on banned subjects, and I made my case for the subject well with her, and she approved it without any complaints or concerns.

So the day comes, I give the speech, and [for dramatic effect] I included this photoshoped image of a man and a woman kissing in front of the Washington Monument. Except that it wasn't a man and a woman. It was a man and a girlier man edited to look like a woman.

Dramatic effect achieved.

But I gave a good presentation, if I do say so myself. I cited legal precedent and Bill of Rights rights that every American has that cannot be denied, I called Bill Clinton a damn, dirty, hypocritical sonnuva b***h [in more elegant terms than that, I assure you], and made a very strong supportive argument.

Now, I'm not sure if she somehow got the impression that I was going to be anti-gay marriage when I met with her, or if she was so very clueless to the potential conflicts of interest that might arise from someone giving a pro-gay marriage speech in a Christian college, but I found out at the end of the next semester, when helping one of my roomates pick a topic for her persuasive speech, that gay rights had made the list of banned topics.
And I don't think I've ever been prouder of anything I ever done.

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I might also mention that right after the Thanksgiving holidays was finals season, with I believe one more week of classes and then exams. Well, after I finished my exams I had a job filming something for the ComDept.
The day before the job I had my communications final, and I neglected to bring an umbrella with me, and I stayed after to speak with my prof, so I missed any chance of getting a car ride.
So, [as foreshadowed by the blurb about an absent umbrella] I got to walk back to my dorm in freezing rain. Oh, and my dorm is about 3/4s a mile from the ComDept.
Well, guess what? I got sick the next day. Only I didn't know I was sick.
So, I walked back to the ComDept in the cold wind to pick up the camera and tripod and stuffs, and I hauled it back to my dorm until the lecture I was going to record was at hand,
and I got there, I set up, and I filmed it,
until about 30-35 minutes in.

That's when my feet started to feel prickly and numb. I figured I'd just locked my knees, so I readjusted, shook it off, and went back to it.
Then my whole legs started to feel prickly and numb. I shook it off and went back to it.
Then dear ol' Mr. Green Fuzzy made an appearance, and I thought to myself [surely, no. I had a big lunch, and I ate a cookie a while ago- there's no way my blood sugar can be low right now!]. So I shook it off and went back at it.

I kept fighting off the numbies, and they kept creeping back up on me,
until finally I realized I fell over, and so I decided I should try to sit down, but someone had already put me in a chair.
"Are you diabetic?"
"Nopers, I'm hypoglycemic."
"Go get her a coke and a cookie!"

The school nurse happened to be attending the lecture, and so was my ComDept. supervisor.

"Is the camera OK?"

I was so scared that I had broken the damn thing, because it had come down with me.
xd
Oh, it was hilarious though. I have two reactions to stress: laughing and crying, and at that moment I chose to laugh.

The school nurse drove me back to my dorm and my supervisor recorded the rest of the lecture. As soon as we got in the car the nurse looked at me and said "Can you believe that guy? He was giving a lecture on customer and human service, and he talked right through you fainting, and then acted like it was this huge inconvenience for him when everyone else was trying to figure out if you were OK!"
The school nurse was awesome. I actually didn't even notice that he had ignored me or made any kind of deal out of it, but I'm glad she said something, otherwise I would have worried about being rude for the rest of the day. but the nurse understood that those things happen during finals season [which is also cold season], and the girl that got me the cookie was diabetic, and my supervisor just wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt.

You know, now that I think about it, it's odd that that isn't one of the huge embarrassments of my life. That kind of thing usually haunts me and keeps me up at night.
Maybe it was because the nurse was so indignant, and no one went out of their way to overtly say that "It's OK, you didn't bother us."
Because when people say things like that I'm always certain they're lying.

The nurse dropped me off in front of the dorm when I promised her I would take the elevator up to my room and that I wasn't feeling dizzy anymore.
She told me to eat the peanut butter and the apple I had in my room and go straight to bed.
Heck, sister, you don't have to tell me twice.

Why do I always find passing-out hilarious?

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