January 4th, 2007
|03:59 pm - Steps to a better life:|
Today's excursion into entirely different modes of experiencing communication was nigh disastrous.
- Step 1: Learn ASL for "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
- Step 2: ?
- Step 3: Profit!
Thankfully, there was a cute girl sitting next to me who kinda knew what she was doing, and was willing to help me out.
I'm in over my head with the ASL stuff, but the Chaote is kicking in.
If that little bastard weren't so rusty at existence, I might stand a chance at acing this course.
As it stands, I walked out repeating, "I will not be frightened by the fact that I can't keep up with a girl on the first day of class. I will not give in to frustration. I am not here for me. I am here for my Grove, ADF, and my co-workers. If no one sees me for ten weeks, they can deal with that."
And in a little voice at the back of my head, I was repeating something deeper and more ingrained:
I must not fear.Then I turned around and looked back at Mendenhall Lab and the girl caught my eye and waved. And damnit, there I was feeling in-over-my-head again.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Sail On Sailor", -JB
*nods* I understand that some guys take women's studies classes to get that kind of ratio, but then they find out that all the other guys at the university have already thought of that and they end up in a disappointing sausagefest while learning that women really are more than things you pick up.
Gods, that's hilarious.
Somehow, I suspect, that were I to take an engineering class, I wouldn't find an excess of estrogen from other women trying the same thing.