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Oct. 19th, 2007 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI got a 93 on my Human Services exam (second highest grade in the class) and a 104 on my Intro to Counseling exam.
Boo to the yah, I tell you.
Stress Management continues to be amusing beyond all belief. Last night, we were discussing the Holocaust because we had recently been assigned to read Man's Search for Meaning, by Viktor Frankl, and in response to a student's statement that the Holocaust was religiously motivated (as in the Nazis were going after Jews because of their religion) the professor (who is Jewish) began talking about all of the other people who were targeted, specifically the Gypsies that were slaughtered in the concentration camps. Only he referred to them as "Romanians". I half-sighed and slowly put my hand up. His response?
"Oh, what do you want now?"
hee.
I explained to him that Gypsies are not Romanians, as he called them, but Roma. Romani.
He glared at me over his glasses again for a good thirty seconds while I grinned innocently at him.
"And how do you know this?"
"I'm part Roma."
More glaring.
"On my father's side."
Even more glaring.
He couldn't keep up the act for that long and started to laugh. Then he told me he was glad that I was in his class to teach him so many new things. I started to apologize to him for constantly being so contradictory and he immediately stopped me. "No. I'm dead serious. I'm glad you're in this class. And that you're so willing to speak up. Not many students do that. They just take the professor's word as law."
He then turned to the student sitting next to me and told her to keep an eye on her books because since I was part Gypsy, I would probably try to steal them from her. Throughout the rest of the class, he would occasionally turn to me and whisper the word "epiphany". I snorted behind my hand a lot and attempted to look studious.
I want to go out drinking with this guy because he freaking rules.
The Frankl book was really an intense read, by the way, and I wholeheartedly recommend it to everyone and anyone. I've not done a lot of reading of Holocaust-type material; to be quite honest, Briar Rose, by Jane Yolen, is probably one of the only books I've ever read which involve that particular subject. But, Man's Search for Meaning is hard-fucking-core.
Work has been insane lately, moreso than usual. We're in the middle of a benefits drive for dental, life insurance, and long-term disability. And the complete stupidity of some of the employees makes me want to bang my head against my desk. I have spent the past three weeks doing absolutely nothing but chase paperwork around and explain for the thousandth time how to fill out very simple documents. Three weeks. With the exception of payroll, I have done nothing but. And it is vastly annoying.
Work, school, sleep. Work, school, sleep. My body is beginning to get testy with me because of the abuse I've been putting it through with all of this nonsense. When I do finally come home at night, I generally want to do nothing more than lie on the floor with my stuffed shark and pass out. But, there's studying to be done! And cats to feed and medicate! And laundry! And washing dishes!
Tonight was a rare night where I actually got some computer time because I wound up getting out of Intro to Counseling mega-early and was able to get a few things out of the way throughout the course of the evening in a relaxed manner. Hopefully things will slow down soon. Hopefully.
P.S.
I got carded for cigarettes tonight. Made of awesome!
Boo to the yah, I tell you.
Stress Management continues to be amusing beyond all belief. Last night, we were discussing the Holocaust because we had recently been assigned to read Man's Search for Meaning, by Viktor Frankl, and in response to a student's statement that the Holocaust was religiously motivated (as in the Nazis were going after Jews because of their religion) the professor (who is Jewish) began talking about all of the other people who were targeted, specifically the Gypsies that were slaughtered in the concentration camps. Only he referred to them as "Romanians". I half-sighed and slowly put my hand up. His response?
"Oh, what do you want now?"
hee.
I explained to him that Gypsies are not Romanians, as he called them, but Roma. Romani.
He glared at me over his glasses again for a good thirty seconds while I grinned innocently at him.
"And how do you know this?"
"I'm part Roma."
More glaring.
"On my father's side."
Even more glaring.
He couldn't keep up the act for that long and started to laugh. Then he told me he was glad that I was in his class to teach him so many new things. I started to apologize to him for constantly being so contradictory and he immediately stopped me. "No. I'm dead serious. I'm glad you're in this class. And that you're so willing to speak up. Not many students do that. They just take the professor's word as law."
He then turned to the student sitting next to me and told her to keep an eye on her books because since I was part Gypsy, I would probably try to steal them from her. Throughout the rest of the class, he would occasionally turn to me and whisper the word "epiphany". I snorted behind my hand a lot and attempted to look studious.
I want to go out drinking with this guy because he freaking rules.
The Frankl book was really an intense read, by the way, and I wholeheartedly recommend it to everyone and anyone. I've not done a lot of reading of Holocaust-type material; to be quite honest, Briar Rose, by Jane Yolen, is probably one of the only books I've ever read which involve that particular subject. But, Man's Search for Meaning is hard-fucking-core.
Work has been insane lately, moreso than usual. We're in the middle of a benefits drive for dental, life insurance, and long-term disability. And the complete stupidity of some of the employees makes me want to bang my head against my desk. I have spent the past three weeks doing absolutely nothing but chase paperwork around and explain for the thousandth time how to fill out very simple documents. Three weeks. With the exception of payroll, I have done nothing but. And it is vastly annoying.
Work, school, sleep. Work, school, sleep. My body is beginning to get testy with me because of the abuse I've been putting it through with all of this nonsense. When I do finally come home at night, I generally want to do nothing more than lie on the floor with my stuffed shark and pass out. But, there's studying to be done! And cats to feed and medicate! And laundry! And washing dishes!
Tonight was a rare night where I actually got some computer time because I wound up getting out of Intro to Counseling mega-early and was able to get a few things out of the way throughout the course of the evening in a relaxed manner. Hopefully things will slow down soon. Hopefully.
P.S.
I got carded for cigarettes tonight. Made of awesome!