Today is Monday.
And unlike the other days, today, is the last week of class.
Next Sunday would be my Final Exam.
Today, having feeling contented of finishing the Phylo labs, I was ready to go home. It was time to relax and get ready for hardcore studying , I thought to myself.
The week of Finals, awaits me...
But alas, as I rode my bike, something was wrong.
Today a mishap happened. As I was about to leave Birge Hall, I realized that my front tire was flat.
Rachel(friend) was kind enough to inform me that, there is a bicycle pump available at B2.
I pumped some air into the bike, but it refused to inflate. A hissing sound was heard as I pumped air into the tyre.
I was thinking that (maybe) somebody was playing a prank?
Cause, Rachel's bike was also deflated, she complained.
And another person's bike was also having the same (predicament?)
Hesitantly, I held the bicycle frame with one hand, the other hand holding the steering bar.
Off I go to the nearest bicycle shop, about 20 minutes walking.
It costs about $10 to have the tube replaced.
And I cycled home feeling grateful that my bicycle is still up and running.
Back at home, another task is at hand,
I needed to do the laundry.
Next came the cooking, and next the folding of the clothes.
I guess I'll wait for the rice to cook.
:D
Hmm. My classmate, er..actually from Horticulture, and also a foreigner presented on the Darwin seminar today.
I was hoping that since, (he spoke kind of fluently, but in his own accent), he would have made a better slide presentation.
But instead, he boldly, took the front row and ....ask questions instead.
The questions were actually, the questions I would have asked, if , if ever, I was given the freedom to be me.
(Instead I was trying very hard to do exactly the same presentation as the locals have).
But for me his presentation was, actually, more of ..... hmm..4 slides that's it.
He tried his best, and he was confident.
He got the (mostly) the whole class speaking. By directly asking questions (and pointing to!!)
And why you might ask I not be like him?
Well first of all, I was always hiding my anger in the class.
Learning Darwin was never ever my main reason coming to the States.
And I always have to dampen my anger, be calm, be somebody else, be like the locals in the class, when all I had in my mind was 'blasphemy!' and 'can't you guys think that maybe there is some HIGHER plans, besides this?"
UGhh...The class was always testing my anger.
And for me to be myself, ugh..it wouldn't work.
Anyways, I've got a paper to read for tomorrow..
And unlike the other days, today, is the last week of class.
Next Sunday would be my Final Exam.
Today, having feeling contented of finishing the Phylo labs, I was ready to go home. It was time to relax and get ready for hardcore studying , I thought to myself.
The week of Finals, awaits me...
But alas, as I rode my bike, something was wrong.
Today a mishap happened. As I was about to leave Birge Hall, I realized that my front tire was flat.
Rachel(friend) was kind enough to inform me that, there is a bicycle pump available at B2.
I pumped some air into the bike, but it refused to inflate. A hissing sound was heard as I pumped air into the tyre.
I was thinking that (maybe) somebody was playing a prank?
Cause, Rachel's bike was also deflated, she complained.
And another person's bike was also having the same (predicament?)
Hesitantly, I held the bicycle frame with one hand, the other hand holding the steering bar.
Off I go to the nearest bicycle shop, about 20 minutes walking.
It costs about $10 to have the tube replaced.
And I cycled home feeling grateful that my bicycle is still up and running.
Back at home, another task is at hand,
I needed to do the laundry.
Next came the cooking, and next the folding of the clothes.
I guess I'll wait for the rice to cook.
:D
Hmm. My classmate, er..actually from Horticulture, and also a foreigner presented on the Darwin seminar today.
I was hoping that since, (he spoke kind of fluently, but in his own accent), he would have made a better slide presentation.
But instead, he boldly, took the front row and ....ask questions instead.
The questions were actually, the questions I would have asked, if , if ever, I was given the freedom to be me.
(Instead I was trying very hard to do exactly the same presentation as the locals have).
But for me his presentation was, actually, more of ..... hmm..4 slides that's it.
He tried his best, and he was confident.
He got the (mostly) the whole class speaking. By directly asking questions (and pointing to!!)
And why you might ask I not be like him?
Well first of all, I was always hiding my anger in the class.
Learning Darwin was never ever my main reason coming to the States.
And I always have to dampen my anger, be calm, be somebody else, be like the locals in the class, when all I had in my mind was 'blasphemy!' and 'can't you guys think that maybe there is some HIGHER plans, besides this?"
UGhh...The class was always testing my anger.
And for me to be myself, ugh..it wouldn't work.
Anyways, I've got a paper to read for tomorrow..
1 comment:
I feel you. I went through the same thing you did with that Darwin issue. I had the word "Blasphemy" screaming in my head during scientific discussions and would always leave angry at the end of 'em. It's hard to convince people of 'higher powers' when they just simply refused to listen.
So in the end, I 'evolved' into 2 different persons: 1. a scientist who only works with hard facts and physical evidence and tries to explain everything based on experiments and observation. 2. a Moslem who believes in higher powers, who admits that there are things which are just unfathomable and unexplainable by the human brain.
Call me a hypocrite, and it's not something I'm proud to admit, but that works well for me now, until I gain enough knowledge to combine those 2 together and find a solution which satisfies both the scientist and the religious.
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