I was a busy bee today.
I was briefly related to Joni Mitchell. I talked to a prof about insanity. I talked to another about grad school. I confirmed to my entire history class that I am in fact female. I got a reference letter. I stalked my former AT and got a second reference letter. I debated walking home. I took the bus.
Just, so much going on.
I probably need to explain some of that...
Well, we had another guest speaker in today. He was teaching us his method of teaching history. Which actually is rather fascinating. What I understood from it anyway. He was kind of distracting. Either way, he gave us all an identity card. Our father was so and so, or ancestry was such and such, we lived here or there. Turns out my sister was Joni Mitchell. I knew my parents weren't always as clean cut as they appear! So, after he gives you your identity, you go through the standard grade 10 history units: WW1, 20s, Depression, WW2, Cold War. But! As he's teaching the units, things are happening to your character. You're moving up and down the social ladder. Sometimes you gain money and status, like I imagine I would have. Other times, your father dies in a factory accident and you're totally screwed. It gets kids invested in history.
While he was explaining his method, he stopped to talk about the big events in history and the time periods in which they fell. He explained the factors he chose to look at: economics, gender... Anyway, he gets to gender and he looks at me (he's probably only a foot away from me) and says: "...And if you're a female, they'll pay even less attention to you." He continued to stare at me. I was a tad uncomfortable because it continued for a prolonged period. Being me I replied: "I am in fact female". The class got a laugh out of it but most importantly, he stopped staring at me. Did I feel good about flustering an older man? No. But he was freaking me out! At least we're all clear on that one point though...
As for talking to a prof about insanity, given the lack of letter from a particular university, I've been considering my other options. I started looking into doing a master's in history. My prof told me that she'd be willing to help me put together a proposal and all that jazz and help me flesh out my idea for my major research paper. I'm not sure how she took my choice of topic. I think I saw surprise and approval... But yeah, so far I'm thinking of nineteenth century notions of insanity and women.
Also, something particularly strange happened to me. I'd just purchased some goodies at the Timmies and was walking back to class. I was in a pretty good mood and feeling a little silly, so I did a little hop-skip. I skip in the halls all the time. No one ever pays attention. Until today. Some girl saw me, I have no idea who she is, stopped me, and said: "Oh my God! That was the happiest thing I've ever seen! Thank you!" I frowned and I'm pretty sure the look on my face said something along the lines of WTF? but I thought about the situation some more. I was skipping in the halls. Did I really have a right to judge?
So, that was my day. Weird and full of randomosity. Just how I like my day.