September 9th, 2007

moon

My Anger

Don't tell me not to be angry. I'm angry. I'm hurt. I have every right to express my feelings. They linger around when I don't get them out. So when they come up, I'm letting them out. It's not OK in our culture to be an angry woman. Too fucking bad. I'm pissed about that too. Pity me if you must, then look at yourself. I pity you your denial. You can pretend that you have your shit all together, but I have seen beneath the surface. The shell that covers a damaged human can be a lot stronger than the human.
moon

NCNM Notes: Getting my Feet on the Ground

The orientation was rather long. It started midday on Wednesday and went all day on Thursday and Friday. Lots of talking heads. I took some scattered notes, and wished that instead they had just given me a faculty and staff directory and a map of the building---on PAPER. But this school is flavored differently than any school I've ever attended. They even admit to being on "NCNM time" which is about 15-20 minutes behind schedule. Frankly, I don't like that. I want classes to start on time.
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