Tags: sociology


Summer time and the livin's easy...ish.

Hokay, round two of summer courses.

I've got Social Psychology(Soc 340) at 8:30am for the rest of the summer (this makes me sad face.)

And then I've got Principles of Sociology(Soc 402) at 1pm, with an awesome professor who (unfortunately) kinda forgot how to teach an undergraduate seminar. I don't mind the extra work though, since he looks just like Owen Wilson. If Owen Wilson was 55, gone to seed, and a delightfully silly Marxist. The man is my hero.

Professor Wilson Hogan Quotes from class today:

- (referring to the fact that it would be more productive/cheaper to send criminals to Harvard rather than prison)
"A lot of people are in prison who are not very dangerous. Especially compared to the people in Harvard."

- (referring to himself teaching a class required for Law & Society)
"I'm just amused that Purdue hired a Marxist to teach Marxism to cops."

- (referring to positions in an organization, socially)
"It does have a social influence- a lot like the Tinkerbell Theory of Fairies. You know, clap your hands and Tink comes back to life? Peter Pan? Tink is dying and Peter says if you believe in fairies then everybody claps their hands and it saves her? Anybody? WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE ARE SO JADED?!?!?!"


The point is I have a shazz ton of writing to do this summer, which is a good thing. Because I like to procrastinate required writing by writing whatever I damn well please. So at least I'll be doing something.

Also, I have the next two weekends off work for no reason. ...I'm suspicious.

Brody is getting a bath tomorrow which is good 'cause he's got ridiculously long claws at the moment. Plus he kinda stinks.

The pool at my apartment community is open, which means I've been hauling my day-glow whiteness out there most days, reading silly books about flappers and Steinbeck. And through a lot of time and SPF 45, I've managed to darken myself to white. YAYAH. Plus my back-to-natural blonde hair is sun-bleaching nicely. I look like my summer self.

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Finals start tomorrow. I've got one on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday... so I'm not quite freaking out yet, but when those days arrive you know I'm gon be crazy. 

And that Saturday !BONUS! is also the eve before I move into my new apartment. My new exciting apartment. My new vastly improved apartment! I know, I know "But, Katie, didn't you just move into your current apt 15 seconds ago." No, I've actually been here for almost a year now (I KNOW!) and its high time I got out of here.

Just think: Privacy!!  No dogs barking!!  Not having to check on them every freaking night!!  Not having to deal with sick dogs at odd hours!! And, praise jeebus, no having to deal with the loudest building alarm EVER because people can't seem to handle remembering their 4-digit security at 5:45 in the morning ON MY DAYS OFF.

... Living where you work can be fun, though.... I just, you know, can't think of any examples right now.... 

Also: HOT DAMN I'm a Sociologist. It's soooooooooooo nice to figure out what you love to do. Easiest. major. ever. (at least for me, because honestly, its the kind of thing I liked to discuss before I even knew this major existed.) I'm well on my way to graduate, hopefully sometime this century, and I'm truly stoked about it. You know, the Soc part. Not the actual graduating and having to do the real world thing part. ONE MORE YEAR! 

But for right now I have a week devoted to work, study, and....


packing my entire apartment.

Commence freak-out.