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Lowkey, I\u2019m nervous about getting to the good stuff. Here’s the thing\u2026 I have the main parts of the story locked down. I know where we\u2019re heading because I thought of that scene eons ago and it literally compelled me to write the story. But there are still so many unknowns. Chapters three and four are going to be bitches to write because they are rising actions. There\u2019s definitely bits of them I\u2019m looking forward to writing about, but for the most part, I haven\u2019t thought too much about them because, in the grand scheme of things, they\u2019re probably not going to be the most interesting parts of the story. I\u2019m doing a great job getting you excited to read them, huh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No, listen, they will be interesting because, hey, I\u2019m writing them. Facts are facts. Time for some self-praise: I am a decent enough writer to make engaging stories even if they are not of the most interesting substance. It\u2019s probably why you, dear reader, like to read my blog. Not every blog post is the most inspired, yet you read them because you like my diction, or my tone, or maybe just me and enjoy supporting my creative endeavors. (Thanks, by the way.) So you will enjoy whatever boring-ish chapters come our way because I will make sure of it! We will get through these dark times! I demand it!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
I have started four new classes. I think I have talked about this in a previous post, though I can\u2019t remember when, and even if I did, let me refresh the masses: I picked these classes with extreme intent. I usually pick my classes based on schedule, credits, and interest, but this time around I added a fourth criteria along the lines of \u201ctheme.\u201d Every quarter, my academic life and my personal life intertwine beyond belief. Quarter one, my classes were all about identity, which prompted an identity crisis I continue to have to till this day. Quarter two was a bit of a grab bag, mostly because the majority of my classes I was just taking because I had to. My writing classes were tastes of potential futures; my popular romance class forced me to think about love more; and my warlords class made me think about history, politics, and war. If I had to label quarter two as one theme, I suppose it would be \u201cinterpersonal relationships.\u201d One of my writing classes taught me how to use writing to communicate in the professional world, while the other taught me how to work with other people to mentor young writers. My popular romance class taught me about different romantic (and some platonic!) relationships. Then, my warlords class taught me how to mediate difficult conversations with complex people. You have no idea how useful war strategy can be in one\u2019s daily life!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So far, every connection between my academic and personal lives has been mostly accidental. I say mostly because I\u2019m sure there\u2019s some subconscious factor screwing with my decision making when I choose my classes. But this quarter, I decided to make it purposeful. I thought that if my classes are going to reflect my life and vice versa, may as well make sure they are fun ones. Naturally that means I have landed myself in some psych courses. Whoop whoop!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first psych course I have is on social psychology, which according to my notes is the scientific study of how individuals think, feel, and behave and how it is influenced by the actual, implied, or imagined presence of others. Emphasis on individuals. If you\u2019re interested in how groups act in or are oppressed by the systems they are in, look to sociology. Social psych is all about singular people, how they think, what they are influenced by or may influence, and the type of relationships they have with certain people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In terms of the theme of this quarter, I chose this class to further my knowledge of interpersonal relationships as I desperately need some context to put my own in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The second psych course I have is on human sexuality. Dun, dun, dun! Again according to my notes, human sexuality is all of the sexual attitudes, feelings, and behaviors associated with being human. It does not refer specifically to a person\u2019s capacity for erotic response or to sexual acts, but rather to a dimension of one\u2019s personality. It\u2019s somewhat of a messy, confusing, and perhaps too broad definition, but so is sex. Which, if you\u2019re wondering, my class has defined as, \u201cWhatever you need it to be!\u201d Because the answer to the question, \u201cWhat is sex?\u201d varies among people and across time. There\u2019s no One True Sex, so there\u2019s no One True Definition of Sex. I would say this class is basically like a Sex Ed+ if that helps you understand what we\u2019re learning about at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My reasoning behind this class is a bit more complicated. Simply put, I chose this one for the sake of interpersonal relationships as well, but also for the sake of identity. I mean, it\u2019s part of the long-winded definition, innit? Human sexuality plays a role in one\u2019s personality. Ultimately, I want to explore how it does for me and what that may mean for the future (and present?) relationships I may have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My non-psych courses this quarter include one called \u201cPride and Protest,\u201d which is a multiculturalism history class on the LGBTQ+ Movement, starting from the 1960s until today. The other course is called \u201cWriting in Censorship,\u201d and is an online course on how censorship is employed and enforced in the writing world, whether it be implicitly or explicitly, and ways we can work under, with, or against it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I chose both these classes for identity purposes, because what am I if not a queer writer? I also chose these classes with a touch of gird-your-loins mentality. Basically, I wanted to take these classes while I can and hopefully learn some useful knowledge that might become vital within the coming years. Right, right, right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As you could see, the overall theme that I have tried to cultivate this quarter is one of both identity and interpersonal relationships. It just makes sense to combine the earlier two themes of the year, don\u2019t you think? It makes for a nice conclusion. I would hope so, at least. I know my identity crisis won\u2019t suddenly vanish, nor will my relationship trouble magically unfurl, but I want to progress. I need to learn and experience more so that I can get out of this unfulfilling stint I\u2019ve been in. Don\u2019t need to leave it miles behind, but getting a foot or two away from it would be swell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even though these classes are just about topics that have notoriously caused me stress in other classes, I believe that their differing approach will make it more bearable. Or at minimum more exciting. I am utterly bored of everything. My life is simultaneously so understimulating and very overwhelming, which leaves me sick of it all. It\u2019s why I\u2019m so eager for change. My hope is this these new lenses will tell me something I don\u2019t already know, which, regardless of if it ends up useful or not, will at least be interesting to learn about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m tired. How has it only been eight months since the start of the school year? Since the start of this blog<\/em>? If it hasn\u2019t been clear, my life has been going up in smoke since the moment I published my first post. Well, it\u2019s been going up in smoke since long before that, but we don\u2019t need to get into that. As far as the archives are concerned, I didn\u2019t have a life before September 13th, 2024. It\u2019s been much harder than expected keeping this up, especially since my winter break started back in November, which happened to coincide with an atrocious historical event in U.S. politics and the climax of my mental downhill. There\u2019s so much to do, and I don\u2019t want to do any of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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More specifically, though I am choosing to remain delusionally optimistic about my workload this quarter, it is apparent that regardless of the level of difficulty or amount of work I am dealt, I will need to focus hard on it. I\u2019m in classes outside of my major and\/or comfort zone, which means I have to use a bit more energy than I would in a usual class to ensure I get the grade my scholarships require. As much as I dislike the phrase, it must said: We gotta lock tf in. You know, saying \u201cwe\u201d instead of \u201cI\u201d and \u201ctf\u201d instead of \u201cthe fuck\u201d makes it less annoying to me. I imagine the commander of a spaceship sending it out a message to their crew as the ship is on the brink of explosion. Like, imagine flashing red lights, a loud ass alarm, people running around like headless chickens, then a sudden, \u201cAttention all crew\u2026\u201d being played on the intercom while being displayed on a screen somewhere. They all stop to read and listen. Then, the commander carries on with, \u201cWe gotta lock the fuck in.\u201d Except \u201cthe fuck\u201d is just displayed as \u201ctf.\u201d That\u2019s funny, c\u2019mon. Language is so silly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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