The thirst of many honesties (hah, so punny, get it?)

Dear blog, I made a fool of myself in class. True, this is a common occurrence, but I am hardly bothered by it.

I pretended to be some sleazy salesgirl (although not as bad as those Cricket Baby girls)  trying to sell rubber tubing to companies other than medical/industrial ones.

So our professor said to take risks. To be honest, she’s right. To be honest, the other students, the ones who want to play it safe, who posted replies in their blogs that when they do something not by-the-book they get scolded, and so they rather not take such a risk…are not wrong either. The problem, is that they’re not doing something different. They’re just taking the prescription wrong.

But enough of us will have bosses who make ridiculous demands of us. Yes, make an awesome PowerPoint in 5 minutes.  Impossible task that will likely result in failure. I treat this as prep. Hell, I did have a supervisor that made crazy demands of me this past summer. But I knew I wouldn’t get fired, because even if I couldn’t read her mind, I was one of the best, if not the best graphic designer intern they’ve had thus far. I know that my grade does not depend on the amount of scolding. So in way, I’m not worried about it. I calculate my risks. But I still take them.

I’d rather beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.

A personal motto, I suppose.

Thing is, I figured that for this class, unlike any other class, risks, no matter how foolish, would be rewarded in some fashion or another.  I mean, for this class, we were totally encouraged to take risks. Make the environment our own. There’s playing it safe, and there’s playing it scared. Again, what’s the worse that can happen? Some scolding? Pft. Whatever. No one can scold you better than your own family. So really, no one scares me in that respect. Sure, I don’t bite the hand that feeds me, gives me my grade, and gives me a paycheck. That doesn’t mean I sit in wait for the next command.

Dear blog, what makes a better blog? The blog on politics and culture, or the one…that..tells my story?

I’m a people-person, I swear!

I’m a social butterfly. I’m very extroverted. I’m not ashamed of my interestes, mates, or myself. I’m not afraid to like what I like, and I am not scared of my voice.

I just keep really fucking wierd hours. I’m a total night-owl. Again, look at the time I’m posting. It’s just not fair to anyone.

Honestly, I do not hate groupwork. It can be very productive, and I have study parties all the time. The thing is, I worry that people are so eager to do group work because it’s easier (and I can’t blame anyone for that. If I was smart, I would do that.) I’d love to sit down and chat with people in a good group. I’d love to get close and really debate things. I’d love to weave theories together with others. It’s super fun and it heightens my understanding. So no, I don’t hate group work.

I just would like to do serious work. I want my brain to work. I want to engage my peers. I love hanging out, but group work I prefer only to do with other motivated peeps.

Now if there are some people who’d love to talk about cyberpolitics at 3am, yeah, then I’ll do groupwork.