A Breath Of fresh air!

So it is extremely windy outside. So windy to the point that my hair is flying above my head and i look crazy... think Einstein! It is quite windy, but the weather has been pleasant, and that is a nice change! I can't wait till spring and summer!! It should be a nice change, and hopefully should cheer me up.

In other news, I am taking this class cross-cultural psychology and i ended getting into an argument with my professor. Now mind you this class is a breeze, I haven't done a productive thing yet. All we do is discuss culture and watch YouTube videos. So anyway the last class we somehow ended up talking about racism in the workforce. We talked about how we do not see so many African American or Hispanic professors, and how we do not see them in high ranking positions in corporations. My question was why is it that first generation Indians and Asians seem to be professors and work in corporations when they too seem face racism, arrive in the states with little money, and live in the same environments? Why are first generation Indians and South Asians able to thrive, and Hispanic and African American struggle to do the same? It was not a racist comment or question... i was merely speculating. And the professors was like are you calling us whiners (mind you she is African American). And the whole class started debating. Half the people did not understand my questions, and after trying to explain to them my question a million times, i forgot my own question and got confused. the whole conversation/ debate ended with the professor calling me close minded, and me walking out pissed. 1. I do not want to get a bad grade in this class because of my inquisitive/ speculative nature. 2. How am i close minded- wasn't she the one having the 'blame the white man mentality'? this is an easy 'A' class and i have no desire to do less than that because the teacher can not handle a counter argument. Maybe i was wrong, but she could have given me some solid arguments explaining why i was wrong, instead she left me with nothing except a stronger case.

On the that note. My classes this semester are something of a mystery to me. Am i really in college i find myself questioning time to time. I am taking these two easy bullshit psychology courses, and i can not believe they are college level courses. In the class called 'family and children' i haven't taken a page of notes thus far. I did one oral presentation which was bullshit, i wrote half an hour before class and ended up getting an 'A'. Other than it i can not believe i am in college! dude i did more work in high school! okay i will cont this later. i must run

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  1. rimjhimMarch 15, 2009 at 2:03 PM

    i love how inquisitive you are....it's a good combination when put together with your boldness.

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