Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Yeah, so that happened.

I made a hex sign. Sometimes they are called a barn quilt, but I call it a hex sign.  When I get done putting that last layer of clear on it, I'll have Dave put it on the coop. Right now it's sitting propped up on the hedge in the front yard.

The fun part is that 2/3 of the paint on this thing was free.  I had to pay for the quart of pumpkin, but the purple and cream were free quarts from Ace.  One day a year they have a free quart of paint in the color of your choice.  Dave came back with the cream, I went down for the purple.

The design is called 'flying geese'. I thought it was appropriate.

It was the first day we tried butchering ducks. Yeah, no more raising ducks for food. Next year it will be chickens. The ducks are too hard to butcher, pluck and dress. It takes about an hour a duck.

School started.  I had two classes, Calculus and Multicultural Lit. The Lit class was an online class. I was in the process of gathing the reading materials, reading the reviews of said materials and girding myself for some mediocre stuff disguised at 'Literature.' Most of it sounded OK, but I had taken issue w/the book, "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison.  Yeah, there's been a lot of grief about the book because it was recommended as part of the reading list given to High Schoolers enrolled in Common Core.  That was not my issue with it, per se.  Well, the fastest way to get through that is to copy + paste the response I gave the UW about that book:

"Reason 2: After reading reviews of the material required to read for this class, I cannot honestly say I'd be reading "The Bluest Eye". It is my understanding through reading the synopsis that this is about a young child who suffers physical and sexual abuse through an alcoholic father and an acquaintance who also molests her. As a survivor of the same type of physical and sexual abuse and of the resulting clinical depression, I cannot, nor I willingly read something that might trigger a regression. Years of psychotherapy have taught me to avoid such triggers. I would recommend to the UW that they review the need for such a book in light of the fact that I cannot be the only one who has suffered such a past. This is unacceptable to require other students with similar backgrounds to suffer needlessly. Surely there is another book that represents the plight of the African American without these atrocities? "

I mean, what school would inflict that on a student not knowing their past history? This kind of stuff will make a person who has been through it go through freaking panic attacks! It's not funny, it's not 'politically correct' and it's not fair to my family to have me regress because some crass, unfeeling prof cannot fathom that a non-black girl would have suffered the same type of childhood! 


If you want to know reason 1, it had to do with the amount of online time this prof expected: Almost 24/7. Heck, I'm not in school 24/7!


So because I dropped the online Lit class, I'll be an undergrad 1 more semester than I wanted.  greeeat. 


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