Because, quite frankly, I have to admit that though Two Thousand Sixteen may have had some great moments (and all years have their share) Two Thousand Sixteen has had way too many bad things happen. I’m not saying that we all ought just look at the negative things that occurred under the watch of Two Thousand Sixteen, but I sure as hell don’t advise ignoring them either.
I’m a pragmatic. I believe in seeing what is right in front of me. I also believe in taking ownership of the experience occurring to me in the moment. And whether good, bad, or indifferent, my experience in the moment is the result of the passage of time. Memory is the lingering of time.
I’ve been through tough times a plenty. And truth be told Two Thousand Sixteen doesn’t come close to the challenges I’ve faced in the past. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Just not as bad. But it still hurts. My icons, my role models, and even my hopes have been seriously impacted by Two Thousand Sixteen. I’m not going to recap them all here and now – possibly not ever – but suffice it to say Two Thousand Sixteen feels more like a harbinger of things to come than an ending of hardships.
I hope I am wrong.
Then I remember: This too shall pass.
So I am hoping the best for Two Thousand Seventeen, while keeping an eye out for the worst.
Megan Carpentier says that liberals should stop asking whether Donald Trump is a Nazi—not because the comparison is meaningless, but because the question misses the point in an extraordinarily American way. The Nazis gained power in Germany through democratic elections and maintained it through maintaining the support of a plurality, if not a true majority,…
via Washington Monthly
I have to say; I can’t argue with her premise. The voters are responsible for being educated about for whom they vote. Even worse? Some people voted for Trump because of his fascist leanings. It reminds me of a story told by David Neiwert about the German population that lived near a concentration camp during WW2:
When he was a young man, he told us, he served in the U.S.
Army as part of the occupation forces in Germany after World
War II. He was put to work gathering information for the military
tribunal, which was preparing to prosecute Nazi war criminals
at Nuremberg. His job was to spend time in the villages
adjacent to one concentration camp and talk to the residents
about what they knew.
The villagers, he said, knew about the camp, and watched
daily as thousands of prisoners would arrive by rail car, herded
like cattle into the camp. Even though the camp never could
have held the vast numbers of prisoners who were brought in,
the villagers knew that no one ever left. They also knew that the
smokestack of the camp’s crematorium belched a near-steady
stream of smoke and ash. Yet the villagers chose to remain ignorant
about what went on inside the camp. No one inquired, because
no one wanted to know.
“But every day,” he said, “these people, in their neat Germanic
way, would get out their feather dusters and go outside.
And, never thinking about what it meant, they would sweep off
the layer of ash that would settle on their windowsills overnight.
Then they would return to their neat, clean lives and pretend
not to notice what was happening next door.”
“When the camps were liberated and their contents were
revealed, they all expressed surprise and horror at what had
gone on inside,” he said. “But they all had ash in their feather
What will those who voted for Trump say should some atrocity occur during his term?
In any case, if we are a government of the people, by the people, for the people it is then the people who are ultimately responsible for the leaders they elect.
Okay, I finished my last essay for Intro to Psychology. Now I just have a lecture or two to listen to and some last minute review before the Big Final Exam on Saturday.
I decided to attempt homemade hash browns. I shredded them, then soaked and rinsed them in cold water twice. Next I boiled and rinsed them twice. Now I am going to see if they actually fry up without being soggy and starchy. Hope the best. Not for me, but for Tina, as I am using her as my guinea pig.
Leviticus 19:33-34 New International Version (NIV)
When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God.
After having a rough middle I’ve settled back into my education. I had a rough week of not sleeping well and struggling with exams and quizzes. In fact, I thought I was taking a practice progress quiz, which I had 5 available tries. Unfortunately I was not fully awake and didn’t realize it was the actual quiz. So, instead of finding out where I needed to work on I instead got a crappy score. It had an impact on my grade. Sunk me to a C. However, I rebounded on the Progress Exam #2 with an 82% and also did well on some discussion groups. My grade is now back to an A-! I am very happy about that. We are starting to wind down. In fact, I have only two weeks left.
With that in mind, I’ve been putting more effort into getting my essays for each chapter done right after I read the chapter. I submitted one today and it was at a 90%! And the one before that was scored at 83%. So I have high hopes of maintaining that A-.
So, that’s my update on college.