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Poopy - SCN
May. 15th, 2003 10:55 pmYup, I feel like poop and I just figured out why. At first I thought I was getting seriously sick, ya know, coming down with something that was gonna require a doctor's visit. But after looking at my calendar I realized that what we have here is a mildly debilitating combination of allergies and PMS.
Yup. There's been a high concentration of something or other in the air over the last day. Pollen, ragweed, spores, who knows. Gemma has been feeling it and so have many other people on campus, myself included. I was having an INSANE allergy attack last night, so bad that I woke up in the middle of the night because I couldn't breath. I had to go into the bathroom and let the hot water run in the shower for a little while so I could breathe in the steam.
However, I woke up this morning feel like I'd been hit by a truck. Headache, body aches, stuffy head and nose, sinus pain, all the typical symptoms that usually accompany any sickness I come down with. And I was just exhausted! Slept most of the day. It was a lot like when I had strep. And I was really confused. Couldn't figure out how I'd gone from having a simple allergy attack to being full blown sick in 12 hours. But then I remembered that my period is due pretty soon. And the week before my period, not only do I get bitchy, but my body aches, and I become physically tired. Therefore the combination of PMS and allergies accounts for all of the symptoms I'm having.
Even so, if I'm still feeling this assie tomorrow I prolly won't go on the field trip to Davenport. Don't think my bod can handle 6 hours of partying and drinking. I'm gonna try to get up and go to classes, TRY being the key word in that sentence. Dunno if I'll succeed.
So, yeah, this wasn't the best couple of days for Libby to visit. Even though it was great to see her, and I miss her company terribly, I just don't feel that I was the greatest hostess. But she was nice to me. She bought me lunch at Landmark, and she got me soup and ice cream for my refrigerator :)
I was having a funky thought today. We have this really neat book in the library. I can't remember the exact title but its something like A Century of Racist American Writings. And it's a compilation of racist documents and essays written by prominent Americans from the 1700's to the present. It's a book that I really want to own some day.
And I imagined myself curled up on my couch at home in NY reading this book, and wondering what my Mom would think if she saw me reading such a book? I mean, who the hell wants to see their kid reading a book of blatantly racist writings ya know? That might be kinda scary to a parent.
But then I thought, ya know, I'm lucky. I'm lucky because I have been given the tools and have been taught the theories and methods of critically reading prejudiced material. When I read something like the rants of Matt Hale, I can see the flaws in his arguement, and I can come up with sources of material that directly contradict his opinions. Furthermore, I can speculate on the experiences and ideas that lead him to form his racist ideal.
And when you consider how many people there are in the white power movement in this country, you realize that not many whites have allowed themselves access to information about the historical, social, economic causes behind racism. And that's really sad. Because, with privilege comes responsibility. If you are at the top of the mountain you have an obligation to help the people still on their way up. And part of being able to do that is being aware of the obstacles they are facing and what you can do to disolve them (the obstacles, not the people.)
So my Mom wouldn't have to worry about me taking any racist material to heart because I know how to read it critically and I know how to place it in a specific historical context.
I dunno, it made me happy to think that I could do that.
Guess I DID learn something here at college.
Yup. There's been a high concentration of something or other in the air over the last day. Pollen, ragweed, spores, who knows. Gemma has been feeling it and so have many other people on campus, myself included. I was having an INSANE allergy attack last night, so bad that I woke up in the middle of the night because I couldn't breath. I had to go into the bathroom and let the hot water run in the shower for a little while so I could breathe in the steam.
However, I woke up this morning feel like I'd been hit by a truck. Headache, body aches, stuffy head and nose, sinus pain, all the typical symptoms that usually accompany any sickness I come down with. And I was just exhausted! Slept most of the day. It was a lot like when I had strep. And I was really confused. Couldn't figure out how I'd gone from having a simple allergy attack to being full blown sick in 12 hours. But then I remembered that my period is due pretty soon. And the week before my period, not only do I get bitchy, but my body aches, and I become physically tired. Therefore the combination of PMS and allergies accounts for all of the symptoms I'm having.
Even so, if I'm still feeling this assie tomorrow I prolly won't go on the field trip to Davenport. Don't think my bod can handle 6 hours of partying and drinking. I'm gonna try to get up and go to classes, TRY being the key word in that sentence. Dunno if I'll succeed.
So, yeah, this wasn't the best couple of days for Libby to visit. Even though it was great to see her, and I miss her company terribly, I just don't feel that I was the greatest hostess. But she was nice to me. She bought me lunch at Landmark, and she got me soup and ice cream for my refrigerator :)
I was having a funky thought today. We have this really neat book in the library. I can't remember the exact title but its something like A Century of Racist American Writings. And it's a compilation of racist documents and essays written by prominent Americans from the 1700's to the present. It's a book that I really want to own some day.
And I imagined myself curled up on my couch at home in NY reading this book, and wondering what my Mom would think if she saw me reading such a book? I mean, who the hell wants to see their kid reading a book of blatantly racist writings ya know? That might be kinda scary to a parent.
But then I thought, ya know, I'm lucky. I'm lucky because I have been given the tools and have been taught the theories and methods of critically reading prejudiced material. When I read something like the rants of Matt Hale, I can see the flaws in his arguement, and I can come up with sources of material that directly contradict his opinions. Furthermore, I can speculate on the experiences and ideas that lead him to form his racist ideal.
And when you consider how many people there are in the white power movement in this country, you realize that not many whites have allowed themselves access to information about the historical, social, economic causes behind racism. And that's really sad. Because, with privilege comes responsibility. If you are at the top of the mountain you have an obligation to help the people still on their way up. And part of being able to do that is being aware of the obstacles they are facing and what you can do to disolve them (the obstacles, not the people.)
So my Mom wouldn't have to worry about me taking any racist material to heart because I know how to read it critically and I know how to place it in a specific historical context.
I dunno, it made me happy to think that I could do that.
Guess I DID learn something here at college.
