Up Late Again

I am not sure why I like to stay up late, surfing the interweb for nothing in particular, but one thing I am sure of is that I do it too often... and not in a passive, "I find myself staying up late." Pointedly, I am sitting here at 1:45 typing, even though I have to get up and work with my Estancia kids tomorrow. Right now we are in the middle of "A project of change," for our fictional NGO, my group of 10th graders are creating the "Lifesavers" organization, who will try to remedy high infant mortality in the Congo by creating shelters that offer free pre and post-natal care to pregnant mothers and their babies. A very noble pursuit.

I see this project of change as a good thing, which it is (even though it is fictional). However in the dark, shadowy back of my mind there is just a flash of doubt in this virtually undebatable issue. That all of the bad things that happen to humans like high infant mortality, cancer, and world hunger are just nature's way of trying to stem the population.

Fuck nature! Right? You cannot just let nature win like that, if we humans did not evolve to beat nature at its own game then we would still be monkeys, suffering the consequences of our environment.

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Far too big of a topic to tackle on my first post. The clock strikes 2:00 now in my cluttered dormitory.

This stream of consciousness type of writing is easier for me because it doesn't require any real planning or forethought and I can textually track my thoughts bouncing around, which has to be a good thing, particularly if I want to psychoanalyze myself at all, or glean something from this experience. But who said I wanted to do that? It must be implied in my mind for some reason... too many psych & social behavior classes, and too much focus on metacognition.

One's choice of a college major has a big effect on them as a person. Ryan starts writing a paper in his head anytime there is literature to be discussed and when someone comes to me with a problem, I wonder about their relationship with their parents. I don't even want to be a psychologist.

My "Teachers of Tomorrow" meeting went off quite well if I do say so myself. All of the speakers showed up ten minutes early and we didn't even go past our scheduled timeframe. The representative for Chapman University seemed irritated and bored until got his turn to speak, and then he turned out to be warm and genuine, even though his school was by far the most expensive out of the four universities. The UCI representative(s) seemed devious. I use parentheses because there were two reps for our school, one that did most of the talking and insisted she be able to go first instead of last because we were the school hosting the others. I always thought the host was supposed to put themselves last. On top of this, her spiel sounded arrogant to me, even though she began by thanking everyone for coming and referred to the other guests positively multiple times during her pitch. I had not intended for this event to be a competetion, schools trying to recruit students to their credentialling programs. In my mind, this meeting was supposed to be a tool for our club members to help them start planning on graduate school. It seemed to me that the only speaker that saw this as an opportunity for competition was our's. However, I am not so naive to think that the UCI credentialling program would want these other schools to come waltzing in and snap up their students. Concordia had a good show with two representatives, both women, one young and one older who both seemed very nice. CSULB had the best reception of all though, because the representative, who I had met previously at an info session at her campus in Long Beach, a young energetic woman who seemed frank and not so warm as to seem fake. CSULB also had the edge over the other schools because it was by far the cheapest program in the running.

2:30 is a good time to end this, my first post.