I'm having a crisis. And look, it isn't even 5am. I'm taking this web photojournalism class and I have to pitch a story. Said story has be preferably centered around a person. My first idea was to show the evolution of a relationship but, uh, now I'm having second thoughts.
Went to class last night and class was good. This class is not at Hayward and have to say, I am struck by two things- the absolute pretentiousness of some of my classmates and the nice digs that spending an absolute fortune on your education will buy you. I am not convinced that the quality of the education is superior, either. My experiences at Hayward have been such that even I was surprised. Don't know if it is the effect of the whole must-truly-love-what-I-am-doing-to-teach-at-a-poor-state-school but the professors I've had at Hayward have been excellent and certainly earnest. The quality of student is quite different and that makes a difference in the overall quality of the class, but the tools are all there. Ultimately, it seems to be reputation that you're paying for at more expensive universities and I guess that counts for something out in our superficial, class-stratified world. I guess it should be a relief to know that quality educators are available all across the spectrum of socioeconomic environments. Still, can't shake the slimy feeling I get when I think of someone who worked their ass off for their degree(in my romanticized version- while working a fulltime job and being a single mom) at Hayward going up one of those pretentious people who happen to have the 'right' school stamped on their diploma and not standing a snowball's chance. Makes me throw up in my mouth a little. But, guess that's how we keep our classes stratified. As Dean points out, "That's the way it works." Indeed.
I'm pissed at Jenny right now because she is not sleeping with her pups. She is the worlds worst mama! Geez. At least there are six of them to cuddle up. Could it be weaning time already? They sure are chowing down on the puppy chow and running around like no one's business. It's like herding cats around here... or, uh, puppies.