It was actually nice being home during intersession and arguing with my parents over everything, but now that I am back at Cornell, I realize that I am surrounded by self-pitying, weeping penitents who do not have the knowledge, intelligence, and character that my parents have. What a difference. My parents go to work each day being productive and earning enough money to send me to Cornell without expressing a single complaint. Maybe they actually do know something about happiness. Maybe happiness does not come from celebrating victimhood and expecting Cornell University, New York State, and the Federal Government to take care of each and every one of my needs and desires. Maybe self-reliance and personal responsibility are good things.
Maybe I don’t want to appropriate the LBGT and BIPOC victimization culture. Maybe I do want to eat tacos on Tuesdays,
Maybe I will take my parents’ advice and reconsider my schedule for this semester. I planned to take Black Holes: Race and the Cosmos, Introduction to Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Studies, Nightlife, Race and Sex: Arabian Nights, FWS: Intersections: Race, Writing, and Power, and Design for Change: Imagining Decolonial Futures.
Maybe I will take Ancient Greece from Helen to Alexander, Introduction to American Government and Politics, Introduction to Moral Psychology, The Human Brain and Mind: An Introduction to Cognitive Neuroscience, and Our Solar System.
As I read through the course descriptions, I know I take these courses!!!!!