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eirenicalSo, one of the things that's been stressing me out the most the last few weeks has been my Human Growth and Development class. We have a test on the 19th and an outline for our paper due the same day. Teacher, you suck. O_O;;; Anyway, the research paper is supposed to be 20 pages, typed, double-spaced, 12 point font. Amusing thing? The rest of the class is freaking out about the length of the paper and I'm going: "That's it? Are you sure she didn't say 20,000 words? She really said 20 pages?" To give you a point of comparison, Aquarius, not anywhere close to my longest story, when presented in that format is 25 pages and I wrote it in about 1-2 days. *snerts* So, needless to say, that isn't the part that has me stressed. Thanks to the ridiculous amounts of Hair fanfiction I've been writing lately, I could knock that out in my sleep. ^_^ I'm actually more concerned about how I'll cut it down to 20 pages. 20 pages is only 7100-7200 words. How the hell am I going to manage that? *frets* O_O;;;
No, the part that had me stressed was that she gave us the broad category of "development" from which to select a topic... and I suck at making decisions. -.-;;; So for the last two to three weeks, I've agonized over selecting a topic for this paper, drifting from one thing to another and having a hell of a time trying to narrow it down. And so I bring you to what's really amusing me.
I have Hair to thank, yet again, for making my life easier. More specifically? I have Josh Lamon, Andrew Kober and Margaret Mead to thank. That's right. I'm writing my paper on Gender Identity Disorder and I am so damned excited about it that I can't even begin to tell you. *_*
But here's the thing that really gets my goat: my mom tried to talk me out of writing anything that had to do with the LGBT community. Not that she even realized she was doing it. She just kept bringing up subjects that she finds "so fascinating" and that she'd "really like to know more about," like language development and learning styles. I guess those things are interesting, but honestly... *shrugs* Doesn't do much for me. I think she, like my sister and brother-in-law, are concerned that all the stuff I write and post might lead someone, somewhere to think I'm a lesbian.
*headdesk*
Really, guys? Why the hell do you think I post all that stuff to begin with????? And why would that even be a concern that should come up on the radar? So what if someone, somewhere thinks I'm gay? So what? Who cares? If someone were to think such a thing, they don't know me personally and thus their opinion doesn't matter. Also, again, so what if someone thought that? Why would that be something to be ashamed about? That's the kind of thinking that so desperately needs to change. It mildly amuses me that I constantly find myself in the position of having to defend my straightness. *sweatdrop* Why? Because I don't have a boyfriend. *sweatrain*
What's really sad? I can't even present the most compelling argument for why I'm straight without opening up a whole other can of deviant worms. I enjoy reading stories about two men having sex. Two men. Having sex. No women involved. *twitch* Wouldn't that make me ultra-straight? (I mean, really -- the thought of one man alone isn't enough. I want two. *eg* Doesn't everyone? ^_~) But yeah... not even going there with my mother. No, thank you. She knows I write stories that include gay couples and that's as far as that needs to go. O_O;;;
And... I have rambled really far off topic. I think I need to stop typing now... @_@;;;
Off to try to find a quiet corner of the library in which to study. Yeah... good luck, me. Good luck.
No, the part that had me stressed was that she gave us the broad category of "development" from which to select a topic... and I suck at making decisions. -.-;;; So for the last two to three weeks, I've agonized over selecting a topic for this paper, drifting from one thing to another and having a hell of a time trying to narrow it down. And so I bring you to what's really amusing me.
I have Hair to thank, yet again, for making my life easier. More specifically? I have Josh Lamon, Andrew Kober and Margaret Mead to thank. That's right. I'm writing my paper on Gender Identity Disorder and I am so damned excited about it that I can't even begin to tell you. *_*
But here's the thing that really gets my goat: my mom tried to talk me out of writing anything that had to do with the LGBT community. Not that she even realized she was doing it. She just kept bringing up subjects that she finds "so fascinating" and that she'd "really like to know more about," like language development and learning styles. I guess those things are interesting, but honestly... *shrugs* Doesn't do much for me. I think she, like my sister and brother-in-law, are concerned that all the stuff I write and post might lead someone, somewhere to think I'm a lesbian.
*headdesk*
Really, guys? Why the hell do you think I post all that stuff to begin with????? And why would that even be a concern that should come up on the radar? So what if someone, somewhere thinks I'm gay? So what? Who cares? If someone were to think such a thing, they don't know me personally and thus their opinion doesn't matter. Also, again, so what if someone thought that? Why would that be something to be ashamed about? That's the kind of thinking that so desperately needs to change. It mildly amuses me that I constantly find myself in the position of having to defend my straightness. *sweatdrop* Why? Because I don't have a boyfriend. *sweatrain*
What's really sad? I can't even present the most compelling argument for why I'm straight without opening up a whole other can of deviant worms. I enjoy reading stories about two men having sex. Two men. Having sex. No women involved. *twitch* Wouldn't that make me ultra-straight? (I mean, really -- the thought of one man alone isn't enough. I want two. *eg* Doesn't everyone? ^_~) But yeah... not even going there with my mother. No, thank you. She knows I write stories that include gay couples and that's as far as that needs to go. O_O;;;
And... I have rambled really far off topic. I think I need to stop typing now... @_@;;;
Off to try to find a quiet corner of the library in which to study. Yeah... good luck, me. Good luck.
