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I’ve been having a LOT of trouble talking to professors this semester, but it was really cool to talk to my English professor for 15 - 20 minutes...
I want to hear more.
I realize I’ve never posted a picture of my marimo on this blog and I figured you all would appreciate it (yes I’ve named it Zoro and honestly it’s...
yo, internet, you know what really grinds my gears? I study history at a university, and you can go on any hipster-with-their-life-figured-out blog out there and have them laugh about how they once thought they’d do a history degree and then realized it was worthless haha and now they’re doing something useful with their life, or you can pick up any paper and find an op-ed written by a gen-x’er bemoaning how kids these days are getting useless degrees in history, or I can go home for Passover and have my brother with his fancy engineering consulting job laugh about how I’m getting a worthless degree, but when I turn around and say, what if what I’m doing is fundamentally worthless, suddenly I’m the one with negative thinking and symptoms of depression? Fuck that.
Okay, first off, I’m sorry, I don’t usually add to personal posts of people I’m following - but reading this made me so angry, because the same thing happens to me so very often, and its just not right. I refuse to give in to the negative thinking and I sure as hell will try to help you come out of it too!
Hipster blog owner found what they want to do with their life? Good for them. That in no way cancels out the pleasure you take in your studies, your curiosity, your hard work at researching, critical thinking, and presenting. They will enjoy what they want, you will enjoy what you want. In fact, the equation is real simple: most jobs are 8 hours, 5 days a week, which means you will spend 40+ hours of your life every week doing something with whatever you studied. (By the way, there are 52 weeks a year, so 2080 hours/year. I don’t know about you, but that seems a lot to me.) Do you want to spend it with something “useful” but totally uninteresting to you? I don’t.
To your dear brother: Categorising, processing and expanding humanity’s available knowledge is no less ‘useful’ for society than for example, cultivating tomatoes, or any other, physically more tangible job. I’m sure you know this, but higher ‘culture’ (here: knowledge, academics etc.) gradually seeps down - the fact that only a small circle of people as of yet concern themselves with these facts and interpretations doesn’t invalidate it.
An example I’m sure you’ll know: the agriculture in the Middle Ages got a technical boost from where? Monks. What were monks? Literate. What did they do? They read. What did they read (amongst other things)? Historical documents, that also detailed technical data concerning agriculture. Boom, roman engineering in business again.
If their argument was correct, universities wouldn’t be around since 1088. The way we understand the world today is thanks to this elite circle of yesterday. Right now, you are on your way to membership into this circle. Yes, it takes longer than other professions, and isn’t so clear cut and easily defined as other fields.
And of course, there are going to be people who do a Bachelors and than that is it for them. A smaller group of those who started in BA year 1 are going to do their Masters, and an even smaller group is going to do a PHD. People dropping out of the circle is part of the game, just like in musical chairs. Except here, if you don’t stay in, you don’t just stand on the side nervously/fuming. You get the not so great jobs.
TL,DR; It is your life, you need to decide what makes you happy, and how you can achieve it. Studying history makes you happy? Okay, everything else will work out around that.
You can laugh at your brother later when he is having a mid-life crisis and questioning the meaning of happiness.
CATS HAVE LIMITED OBJECT PERMANENCE AND DON’T ALWAYS UNDERSTAND THAT TWO DIFFERENT DOORS CAN LEAD TO THE SAME ROOM
YUP, THAT’S WHY. CATS ARE BIG DUMMIES AND OFTEN SEE NO REASON WHY TWO DIFFERENT DOORS SHOULD LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE, SO THEY FIGURE THEY’LL CHECK IF IT’S ALSO RAINING IN THE OTHER OUTSIDE BEHIND THE OTHER DOOR.
WHEN THE PROPRIETOR OF THIS BLOG WAS A CHILD, THE KITCHEN LED INTO THE DINING ROOM, WHICH LED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH LEAD INTO THE FRONT HALLWAY, WHICH LED BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SO WHEN THE CATS WERE HUNGRY, THEY WOULD CHECK THEIR BOWLS, SEE THAT THEY WERE EMPTY, AND WALK ALL THE WAY AROUND THE HOUSE TO SEE IF THE OTHER BOWLS IN THE OTHER KITCHEN WERE ALSO EMPTY.
in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is
because little girls have heroes too
"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"
She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.
"I knew it," she whispers.
The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.
The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.
Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”
Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.
I HAVEN’T EVEN WATCHED THIS MOVIE YET but this is so adorable and I just-
Fᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: Harry Potter
Iɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ(s): Salah (S.Slytherin)/Guthrik (G. Gryffindor)
Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Salah, rowena Ravenclaw
Rᴀᴛɪɴɢ: PG +
Oᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ Pʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ Pʟᴏᴛ: There really wasn’t much of one -as I recall, I wanted something light, with a tiny bit of culture shock.
Nᴏᴛᴇ: So this one started out as a surprise for artsiesforever, who is the sweetest person I know, but unfortunately I lost all my notes for it and then things happened and I just… forgot it existed until I started going through my google drive for FDD. I’m so sorry Artsies ><
You wrote me something, oh my gooooooood, thank youuuuuuuuu! <3