Productive Days
Are good days.
- I got up at (a shocking) 8am, and did my laundry.
- I then did actual reading during breakfast instead of my habitual and fanatical news checking (slow news day in Washington, even for a Sunday. I think everyone wants to attorney scandal - and Gonzales - to just go away already).
- I rode at least 15 miles back and forth to Ikea and some store to get a Skype headset. (Naturally, this is the same day that Sam tells me she has a headset I can have; on the upside, Skype me.)
- I forced the Ikea man circumvent his company’s return policy on pillows by being belligerent.
All these events - including walking my bike up more than one enormous hill - occurred before noon. I will tell you that I made it to class on time.
And then I will tell you that I wish I’d just skipped it like I planned.
As my lecturer wandered through meaningless thought after meaningless thought, I had plenty of chances to reconsider my decision to hurry down to the uni. Then I had a series of conversations about how crap our lecturer is; we fantasized about writing our class feedback.
After attending a class that was actually good, I headed over to the fabulous State Library - I’m going to take some photos tomorrow; it’s gorgeous - to do research for my history project. I’m researching women in my neighborhood that signed the “monster petition” for women’s suffrage in 1891. It appears that Melbourne’s oldest woman in 1910 may have lived down the road from me. It appears she also took the time 19 years previous to fight for women’s rights. Interestingly, it also appears that some women may have given fake names/addresses on the petition! I may blog more about the process of finding this information because it’s really interesting. Then again, I am a total loser for history.
Anyway, long story short (too late!), I went over for a delicious dinner at Sam’s and have returned home to find that my housemate has bought me the potting soil I couldn’t carry on my bike. Very cool.
Productive days make me feel really great. They make me write like shit. In my defense, I’m extremely tired. Wound up, but exhausted.
Also, today marks the 200th anniversary of Britain ending the slave trade. Yay for not selling people anymore - at least not with official state approval… not quite as cheerful as I’d hoped!
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March 27th, 2007 at 5:00 am
Three posts about feministy things (which I enjoyed) and you still refer to events from the past as history. I believe, ahem, that it is herstory.
Why do your classes suck?
March 27th, 2007 at 9:25 am
I think the word “herstory” should never be spoken in polite company. That and “womyn.” What is the singular and what is the plural? Am I a “womyn”? Are we “womyn”? Trying far, far too hard!
They suck because some of my lecturers have their heads up their collective butts. By my sardonic (and occasionally appalled) looks in their classes, I hope they know who they are.