A Tuesday Morning

Last Tuesday (or Monday, I'm not sure), in my political science class, I witnessed a very intense debate about roles of men vs. women from the battle-front to what kind of toys they played with as a child. I say witnessed because I was not an active speaker (I wish I had been, but I'm not blessed with a clear mind in intense moments), but let me tell you, my brain was spinning. I came into the classroom just as my (dear, liberal, feminist)teacher was discussing the military with a student from her 8:00 class. From what I understood, the student's argument to keep women out of the military was based on how much harder it would be to tell a mother that her daughter had died in active duty vs. her son. Not a good reason. And my teacher's argument was that men were afraid to give women the opportunity to be in combat because they they might prove themselves capable and get promoted to a higher rank which would cause them to earn more money, which would put them in positions of economic power and then we women would be on an equal intellectual level with elite men (members of congress, for example). She also argued that we were depriving women of their right to "equal treatment under the law." She also said that we value men's lives less that women's lives, because if we valued them equally, we would give them equal opportunity to prove themselves capable. I don't think it's a question of capability or inability and I believe that there is a fundamental difference between being treated "equally" and "the same." I'm just not sure what it is...

The Hall's Haul

Yesterday we hauled the Halls from their house on the hill directly in the headway of the new highway in East Wenatchee to their new house on Pennsylvania Avenue.It's a quaint little yellow house with white trim. The outside frame is 100 years old next year. (I learned that part from Samuel and I asked him if it was 99 years old this year. He said, "No, it's 100 years old next year." Oh, ok.) But the inside is basically brand new with with kind of a creamy beige coffee color. Ok, it sounds gross, but it really is very nice. And then it has white trim, like the outside.

Saturday, I mean Friday. I'm a day ahead of myself....

Now that I got that out of the way, I should post something that might possibly be of some interest to my readers.

This morning I woke up to the sound of Mom's voice as she ran around getting ready to go to a high school reunion in Seattle. It was just after 8:00 she and Thomas were just leaving. I didn't want to get up just then because I didn't have school today (because of advising) and I wanted to take advantage of the time to stay in bed. A few minutes later Gretha called. I hadn't said anything this morning yet so there was a frog firmly lodged in my throat. I croaked "Hi" and she wondered if she had woken me up. I croaked again and I think she understood me to mean "no." Anyways, we had agreed to meet at the college today to go over chapter 11 in a&p for the exam on Monday. I wasn't sure when exactly I could meet her so I said I'd call her back later. I took a quick shower (20 minutes is quick) to start off the day (it's always good to start off the day on a good note), tried to find out when Dad was going to town (since I was dependent on him for a ride for several reasons: (1) I don't have a license and won't till I'm 18; (2) two of our cars are in the shop getting fixed (I really don't know if we ever have all our vehicles out of the shop at once, seriously); (3) Aki had to take one van to to work in Chelan (because her car is in the shop) and Mom took the other van to Seattle. The only car left is the truck and I can't drive that for reasons stated above and it's a stick shift (which I don't know how to drive anyways). So that was the car situation.

After I found out the approximate time that Dad wanted to leave, I worked on my article critique for political science on the goals of liberal education. It's a really interesting paper and I might post it or provide a link for it on my blog. I made some progress on it and will probably finish it tomorrow (hopefully). And I will continue this post tomorrow.....

Starting Over

I am very ashamed of my blog right now. I started it almost a year ago, made a few posts and haven't been on it since February 5th. When I start things, I usually either try to over achieve (and fail) or give up (and fail). I either try to post every day (which doesn't happen) or not at all (which, unfortunately, happens more often).

If you follow my blog, you have a very persevering spirit. Keep it up. I will try (no guarantees, now) to update my blog at least once a week. I won't attempt more than that because I am quite sure I will be asking for trouble. So once a week it is. I need to think of a suitable consequence for being negligent. If I was required to blog, I would have no trouble blogging, because if I have to do something, I do it. I need a reason blog. If nothing is happening, I won't be motivated to blog. But if something interesting happens, I might blog about it. So I need to change that.