Risk
General, Photos | October 24, 2009
Can you believe that I’d never played Risk until last night? It’s true. I stayed in for the first Friday night in a while and hung out with my floormates in the lounge. It made me realize (or remember, rather) that I enjoy spending time with a small group of friends so much more than party hopping. Back in high school, there were hardly any good parties to go to, so I usually just hung out with my group of friends. Last night made me realize how much I miss that. Most of the time, I’d much rather hang out and get to know people than go to a bunch of random, impersonal parties where we all won’t remember each other the next day anyway. (Obviously, I mean we won’t remember each other because of the sheer number of people there, not because of any other reason… *ahem, shifty eyes*.)
So yeah. I learned what a fun game Risk is! I’m yellow in the picture above. Please notice that I conquered North and South America and was getting ready to tear through Asia. I’m clearly awesome and ready to be queen of the world. (Actually, it was probably beginner’s luck, but oh well.)
I leave you with a random picture I took on campus because the leaves were just sooo gorgeous. I hope you all are having a great weekend!
Drinking from Hitler’s cup
Academia, Thoughts | October 20, 2009
Today, in my sociology seminar, my professor brought out a cup branded with the insignia of Adolf Hitler. The cup certainly belonged to Hitler’s household, although it’s unknown if Hitler himself ever touched it. My professor passed around this cup and asked us to drink from it if we wanted to link ourselves with history.
Now, I didn’t drink from the cup because I’m a germaphobe and communal cups horrify me, but some of the other students refused because they didn’t want anything to do with Hitler, and a few students drank because they wanted that small piece of history for themselves. Most people, I imagine, were like me and just didn’t care or didn’t want to drink from a shared cup.
I wouldn’t have drank from the cup even if germs weren’t a factor, though. It’s not that I don’t want to just because it’s Hitler’s cup; it’s not as if touching it will somehow connect me with the terrible actions of a racist dictator. And it’s not that I don’t care about history, because I lovelovelove history. It’s fascinating and I love learning about it and visiting historical places. It’s just that I’ve never seen the need to drink from the same cup as some historical figure or touch some dead person’s lock of hair. I think that’s just creepy and unnecessary. Seeing and not touching (or in this case, touching and not drinking from) is enough for me.
What do you think? Would you drink from Hitler’s cup?
Jerks with bikes
General | October 19, 2009
Let me preface this entry by saying that no, I do not own a bike on campus and have not owned a bike since elementary school, and yes, I am slightly jealous of bike owners, but only when I’m running late to class and I have to speed trek all the way across campus. I do enjoy walking, really.
I just don’t enjoy walking in front of inconsiderate bikers.
If you’re wondering who or what brought about this entry, it was the girl who zipped past me on her bike this morning and splashed my entire right pant leg and foot with mud. That same girl just about ran over me a few weeks ago — I was walking with a group of people when I felt something ram into me from behind. I suppose I can’t judge all bikers by one girl who apparently doesn’t know how to bike, but my friends and I have had so many close calls with bikers… especially ones who zoom past at a million miles per hour on a crowded sidewalk.
Back in my hometown, there were laws prohibiting bikers from biking on sidewalks, and I really think that would be the solution here. True, I also hated bikers when I drove, especially when they biked right in the middle of the road, but I for one would rather have to slow my car down for a biker than get run over by a bike. But maybe it’s too dangerous for bikers to bike in the road when you consider Chicago drivers.
Blah. I think I may have just woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning after my roommate’s cell phone rang at an ungodly hour.