29 Ocak 2010, Cuma
saat: 06:15
while i was having lunch -all by myself, thank you for reminding me- and plotting against andrew, a girl came by and asked if i was the TA for psyc last semester. i said yes, but i didn't know her. she said she was one of my "students" (whoa!) and she really appreciated all the effort we put in review classes and everything. okay, i wasn't expecting any of the students to recognize me, let alone to come in person and thank me. i felt so blissful, though :)
and then..same old, same old.. i went to the library and read rousseau's emile.
I appeal to my readers to give me an honest answer; when you enter a woman's room what makes you think more highly of her, what makes you address her with more respect-- to see her busy with feminine occupations, with her household duties, with her children's clothes about her, or to find her writing verses at her dressing table surrounded with pamphlets of every kind and with notes on tinted paper? If there were none but wise men upon earth such a woman would die an old maid. Every literary maiden would remain a maiden for her whole life if there were only sensible men in this world.
rousseau seems to be right.. i've just got a message from a friend of mine whom i haven't talked for more than ten years. now she's married with a seven-months-old baby girl. oh my god! oh my god! i am completely mortified! she's younger than me, for god's sake!
okay.. i know i'll die alone, probably while reading a book on 21st century democracy and taking notes of it.
