So, I'm still filling in for the Administrative Assistant here at work, despite the fact that classes are started and I have gone down from 35 hours per week to 9. When I'm not here, there is no secretary for our department. Which is well, insane. I was going to get a fellow work study student but it turned out she cant start work until Oct 1 because she's not work study approved. Lame. But still I am hoping the upped responsibility will pay off in various ways and it's not really that bad lately.
Anyway, someone new will be starting the 14th! HOORAY! Though since they are new this could CAUSE as many problems as it solves, but I'm going to try not to think that way. So today everyone is trying to figure out logistics because we are switching all the offices around for complicated reasons and furniture must be moved and measured and such. So in preparation I WAS going to clear "my" desk off. However, then it was deicded that maybe this desk wouldn't be moving, so i just stopped with that major project after getting it organized.
The point is that I found quite a bit of random things buried on my desk. Nothing too important but still, there is a reason why organizational skills are valued I guess. The desk wasn't that bad of a mess, but still it was neatly cluttered so I'm happy to have it cleaner for the new woman coming in. Also, hiding away all the job applications that were lying around was probably tactful of me.
In other news, I have yet to meet with my thesis advisor yet but have five poems written to show him. But since I haven't really met with him I can't gauge that "class" yet. Though it's a professor I've taken since freshman year, my advisor and like my fav professor so I'm sure it will be amazing.
My Holocaust class is turning out to be my favorite, as strange as that sounds. I don't enjoy hearing about really emotionally difficult material but it feels like an extremely important class. Ever since going to the Holocaust museum and seeing that one quote I've searched for again and again to no avail, I have really wanted to do something more. It was simply a letter from a boy named David, asking that whoever found it remember that he was human, that he existed, that he lived. Part of me felt the need to honor that, to remember, to remind myself that we need to make an effort to remember them, because that's what they wanted, really, when faced with extermination, they wanted us to know they were as human as anyone else, and to not let them be forgotten.
I wish I could find that quote, the boy's name was David somethingand I remember exactly where it was, on the wall in the entrance to the hall of Remembrance, but despite the frantic searching I can't find it. I know the end was worded some thing like "Remember that a boy named David ____ lived." And although it was simplest of requests, it touched me so deeply that facing certain death, that was his request.
The trip Yad Vashem left one of the strongest impressions of my whole time in Jerusalem on me, and for some reason, as I dont know what good it will do overall to take this class, it feels like at least one person, generations and decades later, is honoring his request, and the more I learn the more I realize people don't know. We think we remember, but so many people have no idea the context it happened in, how it happened, what happened. how can we remember them properly without being educated on it. I cant speak for everyone but form what I found I didn't know even after being to the museum, I'd say most people have an unfortunately simplistic understanding of what went on.
Maybe I'm dwelling on it a bit but it's a class that is really touching me emotionally. And that feels like no matter what the grade, it'll be worthwhile.
Dance class is brutal, not because it's any more demanding than I'd expect a dance class either. It shouldn't be hard at all really, but it is. I'm woefully unflexible, despite years of dance, have NO abdominal muscles (lying flat I can barely lift to sitting without using my arms/hands) and because I am not overweight, did not ever even think to consider how i am grossly out of shape when it comes to physical activity. Watching me in class you would- well, let's not go there. I'll be at least trying to stretch every night from now on. This is ridiculous and frustrating. Also, the dining hall isn't helping matters. Period. And I try to be reasonable. today i went and had a bagel. With a bit of butter, no cream cheese or anything. Exactly what I would have had at home.
Literary Theory has improved in that I was awake for the entire class and following most of it, though I really didn't see how what we were talking to really applied to literary theory when it just felt like going over the main point of the work we read and finding how the text exmeplified the author's main idea- i.e where it shows that __________.
But I was awake.
Off to internship in a bit, hoping it stays interesting and I stay awake for it! Somehow despite the good night's rest I have, sleepiness overtakes me at the most inopportune moments, for seemingly no reason. I am just unlucky. Or the universe has chosen me to toy with. Or some other reason that is clearly not my fault.
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