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I love my feminism teacher. I love her. She's so great. She has all this stuff she wants to point out to us from these boring texts, but instead of insisting we sit there in class and go over them she lets us go off onto these tangents, and the whole class is full of people eager to add to the discussion. People are really engaged and interested. I was worried that we were straying too far from the text but at the end of class she said, "You guys are so great at... adding... to the text that I don't want to discourage you. How about I write down some of the page numbers and notes of things I want you to remember from the text and photocopy them for you in case we don't get it all done in class."

How cool that is. She's not forcing us to stick to the boring text in class. I adore her.

In other news, they got my computer ready at work today and I started my tedious job. Boy is it boring. I am bringing lots more CDs tomorrow. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just a steady flow of typing, but the system they have me working on is so slow that it's type a little - wait ten seconds - type a little - wait ten seconds - and ten seconds is a long time when your fingers are poised over a keyboard.

Tomorrow is Ade and Rynn's birthday. I didn't get them anything. Not even a card. I meant to, but I didn't.
Oh well, they will still love me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:05 PM | shower me with attention