It's alright though because yesterday was boring and I just kind of floated through the day until 3 o clock for my class.
The teacher for that class is truly a unique person. He makes the whole course worthwhile. Not because he is a literary genius or because I want to be like him, but because of what we talk about (granted, he's a nice guy and not a bad person to be though).
My teacher is definitely of the mindset that everything is coming together in a very unfortunate way for everyone in the world, especially America. He doesn't like Obama (not saying that's crazy), and he thinks we have no freedom. While I don't directly just ignore him, I have to admit that it's tough to swallow some of the things he says in class. I think it would be kind of cool for there to be a big rich guy roundtable where they want to completely control the world with their money. Why not? It's the stuff of movies, really. I honestly go out of my way to try and see his points and understand him, because if there's anything this country has taught me, it's to never just disregard anyone. I believe that, to be a productive person, you Must MUst MUSt MUST find something good in everyone and find something to admire. I don't believe that you can go around life just hating people or just casting people aside.
I try so hard to see his points, his logic, and while I can appreciate his point of view, and him as a person, I don't know if I'm able to acknowledge that as a good lifestyle. Sure, there may be a diverse and complicated network of businessmen, bankers, and other rich men who only want power and will take over the world. sure, everything may be happening to put everyone into slavery. I can see how someone can make that inference. I'm not altogether too sure i want to believe that though. For one thing, who am I to be able to stop someone with billions of dollars. For another thing, what does that do for my life, to believe that it's all going to come crashing down just because of some rich selfish guy? Who wants that to cloud their mind all day? I can't control anything about that situation. that's basically just becoming a suicide cult member I think, because you have basically already committed your life to dying and unhappiness. I'm just too happy for that. I want to reiterate though, I can understand how someone would come to that conclusion, and am glad they think in such a high state. The world needs people to question everything, that's how we progress, I just couldn't do it to that extent.
After class, we met with our SAPP groups and we went to celebrate Kayla's departure of Korea. We went out and had a great time.
Today
Today was good I guess. I didn't go to class, so that I could actually study. Since our test isn't going to be speaking, I know that I just need a working knowledge of the grammar rules, an ability to read, and some listening skills for the listening part of the test. So today I stayed home. It felt so nice. It's going to be tough going to the four hour class tomorrow, but I am going to go. After all, we have the aforementioned final on Friday.
After class today, or I guess I should say after the self guided study program I laid out for myself, I went to the chemistry lab. My professor was busy at first, but after a couple of hours of studying in the library, he was free.
We spent some time talking about why our reaction wasn't working. Basically, I have a week to come up with a satisfactory method for synthesizing our product. I am just a little bit off, I know it. I'm just missing one little detail, and I can't figure it out right now. I know it's right there, reaching out to me, it's just right out my sight for now. Hopefully before Wednesday I figure it out, because that's when we settle on the final approach to solving the problem. It will work, and I know I will get my head around it-I just hope it happens after the final so that I can spend time thinking about the final instead of my research.
I went out for a nice afternoon run, and it turns out that for one reason or another my performance suffered today. I don't know if it was because I forgot my allergy medicine this morning, had milk this morning with breakfast, the air quality was bad, or what was going on, but there had to be some reason why I was just exhausted while running. It was quite frustrating, really. I had been doing so well as far as running is concerned, but then today it's all downhill (figuratively, unfortunately). I am going to stick to my story that something messed with my performance, so that it has nothing to do with my actual performance. I'm pretty confident that I only have to keep running to improve, though, so I'm not worried.
I also met the students from Murray tonight as well. They are a really nice group of students. Really fun to be around, and I feel like they are my own cultural babies. Just like I was (and still am) a cultural baby. I didn't know anything about Korea, I didn't know why they seemed so weird, they just were. I had never done any Korean activities. I had never done much. It's really exciting. While there might be a better analogy for it, I'm sticking with the baby one.
Something kind of related, though, and pretty selfish, though, is a subject I have been thinking about for a while now. A month or so ago I met this guy in a presbyterian church, who had been out of the country for a while. He was nice and all, but he seemed so strange, so un-American. Not that he wasn't patriotic, because I only knew him for a few hours, but I mean, it was like he never got accustomed to our culture at all. It was like he was truly a foreigner, albeit one who had spent his life in America. So the reason for bringing him up is really quite valid when the reason I bring him up is brought to life.
Am I that guy? Are they going to sleep now thinking about how strange I am? I imagine they think something along those lines around me (I'm not saying in any way that I imagine people think about me when I'm around), because even the people at home say that about me. Outside of the acceptable strange, though, am I just an alien? Am I one of those guys who talks about how he's American, but has been in another country for so long he's basically a mix of America and whatever country they are in? Am I still fun? Do I sound funny? How many faux pas do I commit every hour? I honestly have no idea why I think these things, but I think it has to do with my need to have a home. When I feel at home, it's an awesome feeling. I love for my home to reside in America though. I like my country. Am I some cultural hybrid now? I imagine that I am, but it's still kind of hard to swallow.
Anyways, that's where tonight took me, along with my studies, so I guess I'm off to bed for my few hours of sleep. Nighty night.
For Now
Aron Huckaba International Vagabond
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