Sunday, February 6, 2011

Liberal Arts Education?

I was sitting in Humanities Class the other day when the professor started a random hate fest on science students. It basically went along the lines of how we are androids that don't understand art or emotion, and don't truly understand what's important in life because we're too busy grinding away at minutia in order to fill in a big fat hole in our souls that we don't even know exist. Scientists can't, or won't, lead well rounded lives because they are incapable of caring about anything but their work and will die sad and alone.

I immediately jumped up to declare what a close minded statement this was, and thanked Humanities Professor for perpetrating a stereotype that has kept women out of science for a century. I continued to applaud him for deepening the rift between the sciences and humanities and really getting into the spirit of a true liberal arts education, before storming out of the classroom in a whirlwind of Righteous Fury.

Of course I don't have the balls to actually do this. I basically just sat and sulked while students chimed in with their stories about all grind no fun science majors who don't really Understand the Truths of Life. It was miserable, and considering I'm still thinking of it 4 days later, I probably should have just hopped up and given him some sass.

Liberal Arts Education my Butt.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snow Day!

I'm enjoying my first snow day of my entire short life. I would be much more excited about this, but it's been hailing outside for the last 4 hours and I almost BRAINED myself walking to lab, so I'm feeling a bit wary of the outdoor world. Better to sit in this windowless room and gazing lovingly at my bacteria :)

But it's days like this that I feel like I'm beginning to be a workaholic. As far as I know, my roommate is still curled up in bed. I was planning to do that as well, but I always hit this wall of insurmountable GUILT when I'm enjoying myself. Which makes me not enjoy myself, really, and want to go do work. I think guilt is really my main tool for getting things done, but is that really how it's supposed to work out? I thought I'm supposed to have some sort of huge pile of passion sitting around somewhere? Maybe that's naive.

Even with all that guilt fermenting in me, I'm definitely not working on anything worthwhile (i.e. that Big Poster for Big Conference in a month!) Apparently large amounts of guilt does not actually make you prioritize very well.

Hmmm... motivation is funny. I think I should probably become less work oriented and more results oriented. I'm done musing on silly things.