Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Quaker noats for today:
"Well, if you accept the process theology that God (I don't believe that God is a he or a she), that God changes over time, then you would believe that God can change God's opinion or view or feelings."
Whoa, what? God changes? Missed that memo...how could I be so wrong? All these years! ::sigh::
Anyway, that's all I heard from her. I tuned her out after she ranted a bit about how she couldn't fathom cleaning after herself, and that she hires someone for that. (Disclaimer: I have nothing against anyone who hires cleaning persons. But to be snooty about it, as if you are too good to clean up after your own self...well, that's another story). So, I was not happy about that comment. Then, she asked the class to offer their suggestions about what they thought the answer to question X was, and when a student gave her opinion, she mocked her. Excuse me, but when your teaching abilities suffer so greatly as to have to beg students to answer your feeble questions, perhaps you should reconsider mocking the ones who are kind enough to help. Ugh. That was where I tuned her out. I checked the news, read some blogs, played a game...really anything to avoid listening. You may call me stubborn - I call it silent protest in favor of the dignity of the person.
(ok, no I didn't. I was just being a punk. but that does sound pretty good...) :)
So I saw an Italian movie last week that I never posted about. It is entitled, "Bread and Tulips". It was really very good. The ending wasn't really what I would have picked from a moral aspect, however, from a very you go girl! (in the least valley girl way possible) aspect, well, it was perfect. Anyway, I recommend it.
I'm off to make dinner for the flatmates. Family dinner night, or something. ;)
Caritas et veritas.
"Well, if you accept the process theology that God (I don't believe that God is a he or a she), that God changes over time, then you would believe that God can change God's opinion or view or feelings."
Whoa, what? God changes? Missed that memo...how could I be so wrong? All these years! ::sigh::
Anyway, that's all I heard from her. I tuned her out after she ranted a bit about how she couldn't fathom cleaning after herself, and that she hires someone for that. (Disclaimer: I have nothing against anyone who hires cleaning persons. But to be snooty about it, as if you are too good to clean up after your own self...well, that's another story). So, I was not happy about that comment. Then, she asked the class to offer their suggestions about what they thought the answer to question X was, and when a student gave her opinion, she mocked her. Excuse me, but when your teaching abilities suffer so greatly as to have to beg students to answer your feeble questions, perhaps you should reconsider mocking the ones who are kind enough to help. Ugh. That was where I tuned her out. I checked the news, read some blogs, played a game...really anything to avoid listening. You may call me stubborn - I call it silent protest in favor of the dignity of the person.
(ok, no I didn't. I was just being a punk. but that does sound pretty good...) :)
So I saw an Italian movie last week that I never posted about. It is entitled, "Bread and Tulips". It was really very good. The ending wasn't really what I would have picked from a moral aspect, however, from a very you go girl! (in the least valley girl way possible) aspect, well, it was perfect. Anyway, I recommend it.
I'm off to make dinner for the flatmates. Family dinner night, or something. ;)
Caritas et veritas.
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Angela-I just happened to be sitting looking through facebook profiles and waiting for class to commence, when I came across the link for this here blogspot. Reading the posts about your (obviously favorite) professor, reminded me how much I couldn't stand her class and dropped it last spring in hopes that she would leave (because she said she was). I will pray for your class, because I think that's what you need most. I miss seeing you around and hope to see you soon!
Love,
Mary (aka the girl who's not from Rockford, but related to half the town)
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Love,
Mary (aka the girl who's not from Rockford, but related to half the town)
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