Well, it is Saturday morning. I had a werid night last night. We all snuck down to the basement of my complex and we did what college kids do best. No – not get high and have an orgy – watch The Lion King with Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and gummy worms.
But Im getting ahead of myself, let’s go back to where I left off.
Wednesday was a fantastic day. I went to my classes, and they let me just sleep (I didn’t, but I could have and not missed a thing).
Diff E: We went over homework problems that people didn’t get very well (if I hadn’t gotten them right before the homework was due, I would have gotten help rather than turn in a wrong answer) and so I got to just sit there and listen to them talk about things I already knew because I had just done them.
Lin Alg: She taught in class some of the concepts that were in the homework that she hadn’t covered yet. I, of course (along with most of the class) knew all of this already, having had done the homework, we had just read it in the book. Yeah, that was enthralling…
Linguistics: amazing, as usual. We talked more about the IPA and phonetics. I can now read those crazy pronunciation guides in dictionaries!!! W00t! I wanna be a crazy old man like him when I get old. I am going to emphasize how cool this class is every time, because I know how boring I make it sound...
Chemistry: the first quiz! The dreaded first quiz! How will he decide which questions to use? How hard will it be? 3 questions in 10 minutes, will we have enough time? Aaahhhh!
That was, unfortunately, about 60% of the class, and that is why 60% of the class got two of the three questions wrong (I'm estimating that one, about two thirds of the class groaned when he put the answers on the board). I did not study or prepare in any way and I got 100% with 7 minutes left to go. Because I am a genius? No. Because as with all my classes, I have studied this crap before and cuz I'm bored. So I drew on my hand for the next 25 MINUTES while he talked about the quiz questions. Then I finished it and drew it on paper too… Came up with this:
It is a rough design for a tattoo that I am planning on getting. Now before you all jump on me with “you need time to make sure a tattoo is what you really want” and I know that. Otherwise I would have gotten it already. And in addition, I’ve been working on this design for a couple months now, and I’m very close to where I want it to end up. The basic idea is this – it is a contact ball on fire. The first 2-3 rows of flame are actual flame (you know, blue, yellow, red, orange flames) but after that, they fade into green. I’m talking leaves here.
Couple bits of symbols I’m working with here.
fire into a plant: circle of life, fire goes to life. Plus, how fire is a large part of my life.
The ball in the middle is shaded in as if it was lit, but it will not be burnt: standing in the fire and come out unscathed
The flames blowing to one side: people try to extinguish your fire, but no matter how hard they may blow, I will continue to burn.
So, then we move on to Wednesday night, which was hanging out with Alyssa, Kyle, and this kid James and havin a good time. I slept really well, and due to not having classes the next day till 1:00, slept in till 11:00, which was extremely nice.
So our discussion section for linguistics was awesome. We went into more depth about vowels and consonants, and straightened out all the confusion about certain symbols. I’m really not going to go into it – because if you wern’t there, it will bore you to death.
That was pretty much the end of Thursday, to be perfectly honest.
Friday… god – I don’t do anything these days. Got up and went to class, learned the official names for some logical arguments and proved a teacher wrong with her own logic – that was a great boost of confidence in my classes.
Saturday on the other hand was a fantastic day. I got up at 10:00 to a phone call from Kat, one of the people I met at the LGBTQA trans meeting the other day. She said we were going to go to the Valley River Center and Gateway Mall to get Rose some clothes. Rose is a very new transexual (for those who don’t know, transgender is when you believe you are a girl in a boy’s body or vice versa, whereas transexual, as far as I understand it, is when you actually take measures to correct that ex: hormones, surgery etc.) and she needed some clothes to match who she really was. Shopping for a transexual is hard – you have to find clothes that emphasize all the right parts of a body – no easy task. So we made it a day (literally, we left around noon and came back around 9) and had a blast. I got some new pants (fantastic skinny jeans with horizontal tears in them – with pink tights underneath – that are fabulous) and a nice hat. I also got some more practical clothes, got some wool fingerless gloves and a winter hat/beanie. I really love living in eugene, I cannot stress that enough. Back at home I was afraid to be who I really was most of the time, except around a few people. About 90% of people in my life don’t know that I am genderqueer. And I made it that was on purpose because I was living in a town where I was afraid to be who I was in public. Some people in my life don’t even know I am bisexual. I keep these things hidden a lot of the time. For those of you who want an explanation of genderqueer as it applies to me (it is a very broad category) which would be most of my family, feel free to e-mail me and I will tell you all about it. I told my mother about it because I was tired of hiding all the time. She asked me not to tell people, I am not sure why. But I don’t care anymore. This is who I am, and now I am surrounded by people who understand it and accept it. Even encourage it. I have never met another genderqueer person or met a trans person. And it was this that made me feel alone as I did in Tucson. I found a group of people like me, really like me, for the first time in my life. I cannot express how amazing that is.
So, we got Rose a killer jacket (I found it, I am proud to say) and some shirts, a pair of jeans and we spent 8 hours laughing our asses off. Then we spent most of the night with Raven (someone else I met at the meeting) in my dorm’s lounge, just laughing and eating dinner.
A note to the three of you – I am so glad I met you. Raven, I am sorry I messed up your pronouns, it won’t happen again I promise. I know I just met you, but already you are such a positive force in my life, being able to talk to you about these things, and knowing you will understand.
Well, it is Sunday, and I just got back from breakfast a couple hours ago. Had a lovely breakfast with Kat (she stayed with me because she didn’t want to deal with her roommate last night) and then she went home to play catch up on homework.
I realize that this blog may upset some people, and I am sorry for that. There are a lot of people I know who are not as accepting as I would like them to be, and before, when I lived in Tucson, I was content just to hide those parts of myself from them in order to stay close to them.
But as the saying goes
“Those who care don’t matter, and those who matter won’t care”
I love you all, no matter how you may react to this
Peace out, have a great Sunday,
~Connor
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