So, my dear husband was so kind to bring me a gift of some sort of snot-dripping, fever-running, achy-swelly plague. I tried to bargain with my body to not get sick until next weekend, or even hold off another week until spring break. Unfortunately, that isn’t what happened. So, antibiotics and codeine it is.
I know everyone bargains with their immune system not to get sick. I am not unique. However, I find that the bargaining of a college student is particularly amusing. We are willing to risk total immune system failure in order to not be sick and miss classes because exams are coming up. When the bargaining stage fails, and illness sets in, denial starts happening. Eventually, the body tells you to slow your role and you have been halted in your tracks.
Laying in bed with a tissue shoved up your nose in order to hold back the floods of mucus trying to make an escape, one starts to tick off how many participation points are being lost as classes are being missed, hoping someone will send you notes or let you know what is happening in classes. Knowing I have two exams coming up next week, and homework that is due this weekend, I’m trying not to feel guilty about being sick. However, this isn’t the greatest time for it. I am not the only one. I know this. It isn’t just me. Unfortunately, it IS me. I was doing so well at not getting sick. I didn’t get sick all last semester, and didn’t come down with anything over winter break. Now, here we are, two weeks before spring break, and I am suffering from some god awful plague. I am jealous that my husband managed to get over his man-baby flu in a couple of days. I can only hope that this passes quickly, and I can get my homework done.
I will keep you updated on whether or not Physics, Calculus, and Codeine mix. For now, I am going to slip into oblivion in the most non-graceful way possible, and hope I feel better in the morning.
Alright ladies and gentlemen. I have been spinning my wheels with school and no time to update my page on the regular. Whoever thought taking less credits would mean more work? Holy cow! I have papers, regular homework, presentations and so much math. It seems as though this semester has been speeding along a lot faster than the rest my semesters. I’m actually enjoying my classes, despite the intense workload. It keeps my mind off of what is going on outside of academia. I know everyone has different opinions. However, as a believer in science, facts, and the system of checks and balances, these last few weeks haven’t been fun to watch. As someone who has anxiety, not having consistency is a detriment to my mental health. So my constants are the fifth floor left-most study room in the library, homework, and studying 10 hours a day on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I know it sounds extreme, but I do what I can to achieve my goals and to keep my focus. It also allows me to watch television during the week (by television I mean twitch.tv). I have my favorite geek programs that make me happy, including Dice Camera Action, and Critical Role, and my favorite podcast StarTalk. I finally finished up my Netflix binge of the Magicians and also Supernatural. I keep thinking I will pick up an actual book, but I tend to do audio, because it allows me to do other things, like planning the week and whatever bits of homework I have straggling along. I’ve managed to finish Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs. It’s just the first book of the series, and I’m looking to grabbing the next one during Spring Break. In the meantime I’m reading Harry Potter und der Stein der Weisen (again). It’s easy to pick up and read and drop it when I don’t have time. Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t come around here. I will try to do better in the future.
So, I’ve been doing some thinking over this holiday about where I want to be in the future, and what I want my career to look like. I look at the political climate, the rampant denial of empirical evidence and I worry about my future as, not only someone who believes in science, but as a woman in these male dominated fields. I worry about little girls who want to be scientists, but are told that it’s for boys. I worry about the smart girl in class who is told by her friends that she won’t ever get a boyfriend if she is interested in math. I worry about the little boy who likes to dance, or likes to put on puppet shows. I worry about all children who might be afraid to express themselves because of what others may think of them. I hope that any of my readers who have children, encourage them to follow facts to wherever they end. Encourage them to be artists, musicians, scientists, astronauts, journalists—just encourage them to be true to themselves, no matter what oppositions they may face.
I worry about the damage the incoming administration is poised to impact education, science, and the environment. We live in a world where the vocal minority seems to be so wrapped up in their bubbles that facts don’t matter. Reality is skewed for them. We have an entire legislative branch that now is going to lean a single direction. The oppositions don’t exist. Checks and balances won’t exist. I can hope that my fears won’t come to fruition, but I am more realistic about the situation as a whole.
So, this new year, 2017, I wish for peace, understanding, and the ability to stand up for the little guy when he/she is being threatened or told that they are to conform or be punished. Teach your kids to be curious, to read banned books, to question the status quo. This is the only way that a society can progress. Do not stifle someone else’s light just because it shines a little differently than yours.