Retrospectively.

Five years ago, or even two, I don't think I would've been able to hold a straight face and chat about our lives so casually. Granted, there are reservations on what we speak about, but its not longer, "ewww gross!!" as a response to when talk about boys (although I don't think that was ever the case), or "omgomgomg like omg omg!!" to some outrageous thing someone says (once again, this is an exaggeration). In our old age, it seems we just kind of have that "sigh...again?" kind of reaction to a lot of things.

That was really broad, but details would give too much about the people away. So I'll just go off on a tangent about sex. I never got the sex talk from my parents, thank god. But I was never not told about the birds and the bees. Point is, I was raised very much by my friends, it really is kind of funny now that I think about it. In this sense, six or seven years ago, it was a forbidden topic. Everything was kept hush hush, and when something slipped out, there were giggles and whispers even the most oblivous person would notice. Now, its just "sex talks" over coffee or lunch or dinner. Strangely though, I am still the observer, I don't talk much about myself unless necessary, but in this case, what happens in the bedroom stays there.

Tangent again. Along with this openness in discussing such personal details comes the fact that there isn't as much gossip anymore either. Very rarely do I hear people (my friends at least) gossip about others. I mean, there still is talk about other people, but most of it is speculation, but there's no more meaningless rumors.

I don't know where this is going, I'm super tired. Also, I just realized I only blog about once a month. Not intentionally, but there's never a solid block of time for me to sit down and write something. Granted, it took me all of 10 minutes to write this, and I will most likely not read this ever again, but whenever I have deep thoughtful things that need to be put on paper, I usually don't realize it unless I'm walking or about to fall asleep.

Academia.

The bane of my existence.

What really annoys me is the wide variety of grades that professors give. Remember those good old days of high school where the correlation of grades in a course load was generally 1? In college it's practically 0. Okay, realistically, it's more like 0.8, but whatever, the point is that it has dropped significantly. ALL college courses are harder than high school, so the courses that are hard to begin with are just magnified. Knowledge is good, obviously, but how is learning about the recently included mukims of Bandar Seri Begawan going to help me understand economics? The only reasoning I can come up with is that my international relations track includes Southeast Asia, and I suppose there's always the possibility of expansion in Brunei, but COME ON. These classes are interesting, but I don't want them to count against me if I don't understand religion among the Javanese, or the disappearance of Hinduism on the island everywhere except among the Tengger. Point is, I am hoping one day these classes will help in some way. So, for now, I'll believe that Strauss and Howe are right in the way history will one day repeat itself. One day.

Also, the requirements needed to graduate are annoying, especially now, when I am looking at the classes I need to take to fulfill my majors. Half of them aren't offered in the fall, and the other half all have the same time slots. Who's bright idea was it to offer half of the required classes at the same time?! And also, I believe that professors should have their syllibi made readily available, and not just to the students presently taking the courses. It would make our lives so much easier deciding which classes to take together in a semester. It is especially beneficial in the later half of college, when most people are done with the prerequisites and are beginning to take graduate level courses. SIGH. I guess for now, the most I can hope for is I won't die from the only course load for the fall that fits in some sort of schedule. GAH.

Unedited and a mess, sorry.