i mentioned earlier that there is a lot of reading. in my theology class, the textbook is actually a draft of a book that he and two other professors are in the process of writing.
they aren't the best writers. however, in reading the textbook, i have learned two new words (actually, there are tons of other words in the book i have never heard of before, but these ones are different). when i first read them, i was kind of like, oh, thats an interesting word. but then the author used it again... and again... and again. i still dont know what they mean, but i thought i would share the words:
insofar... isn't that just three words smashed together??? why? i don't understand how that word came into existence.
fledgling... now that's a fun word. don't know what it means, so you might see me randomly stick it in one of my sentences for no reason at all.
speaking of stick.
last night, i went to bed (at 10pm... who says college kids dont get enough sleep???) to be awoken at 11pm by this annoying sound coming from outside. there was this random kid, walking back and forth while talking on his phone on the walkway behind noordy. and as he walked, he kicked a stick... back and forth, kicking a stick, about 20 yards each way... it was loud. very loud. and i am the type of person that gets really annoyed by repeated sounds at irregular intervals for an extended period of time (for the ponderosa people, like tina the dog who lives behind jenny... when that thing gets in it's barking spell in the middle of the night, i want to do terrible things). so after about 20 minutes of this happening (and me not being able to fall back asleep), this rage built up inside of me... and i wanted to yell at this guy from the window. but i didn't, isntead, i went to my suitemates and told them my situiation, and they too were annoyed by the stick (although they were not sleeping)... so, without hesitation, one of them calls down to the guy out the window, "excuse me! the stick is really loud... could you stop!" and he stopped.
and i went back to sleep. i've got some pretty sweet suite mates.
now for socrates. i'm reading the 5 dialogues of socrates (written by plato since socrates never actually did write anything down... just his followers did). anyway, i am loving it. i was worried it would all be way over my head, but it's just the opposite... it's making complete sense, and even better, i am loving it. socrates is a genious. and he's hilarious. he asks someone a question, gets someone to make a claim, and then asks a series of questions leading the other person to contradict himself in the end... he makes fools out of people.
too bad he was put to death for it.
but seriously, he's pretty cool. and he was really old when got into all this philosophy stuff. so i am just imagining this old guy (who is said to be actually weird looking) walking around athens and asking questions to random people. that's seriously what he did. he never answered questions himself... just asked them.
so that's it for now... i've got ultimate practice today, excited for that. absolutely loving it!!!
and on the tennis front, stuff kind of starts in october, but most of the girls have been hitting a bit now and then, except they keep on playing when i have a class since no one else has a night class...
although i am enjoying that night class (communications and culture).
i am pretty much enjoying all my classes. in a little bit i am headed off to PE 201... he said today we are going to talk about fighting and maiming today (as in ancient cultures) and then on friday we are going to watch fighting and maiming.
hope all is well.
hooroo
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Socrates. Sigh.
There's this story about Socrates (or it might be Aristotle). A rich guy went up to Socrates and asked him to teach him how to be wise. So Socrates took this guy to the river and told him to look at his reflection in the water. Upon doing so, he found himself being grabbed by Socrates and forced into the river. He was drowning and just as he was about to give out, Socrates let him up and he gasped for air. "Are you crazy old man?!"
"Until you desire wisdom like you desired oxygen, don't come to me again."
That's the Dan version, but it went roughly like that.
Socrates. What a riot.
Fledgling: Think of a baby bird. it's alive and growing and able to take care of some basic needs (eating), but it can't yet fly, although it's progressing towards that goal. Does that make sense in context?
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