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piploverMy new class started on Monday, History of Psychology. It's interesting, but some of the people - gah! I'm all up for debates and philosophy, but some of the other students just get on my nerves. Today we had a lecture on free will, on whether or not it exists, which was actually really fascinating and made me think. However, one of the examples used was about a soldier in Iraq who had jumped on a grenade to save the lives of two of his buddies, and from there the discussion went downhill. Some of the things people said - I just wanted to clobber them! I kept my mouth shut when I started to get angry, because I know that people were just playing devil's advocate and seeing both sides of the story. Still, it was difficult to hear people talking about soldiers being selfish for doing what they did, or for sacrificing their lives in order to be heroes. It just - I guess it just rubbed me the wrong way. Oh, well.
It was a long day today. My mom decided on Tuesday that she was sick of storing everybody's stuff in her storage shed and so had a massive cleaning. I hadn't realized I had so much stuff, and I spent most of the day going through boxes and trying to find room for it all. Why was my stuff still in storage? Well, long story short, before I joined the Army I lived with my dad to help him out after his stroke. When he was able to take care of himself and steady again, I joined the Army and then was stationed in Korea for a year. I could only bring 500 pounds of stuff with me to Korea, which actually isn't a whole lot, so I had to leave a lot of stuff behind.
Three months before I came home, my dad decided he absolutely could not stay here a moment longer and moved to Florida. Without telling me, or giving me a chance to do anything, he packed all my stuff up and my mom was pretty much forced to keep it for me, since I was living in the barracks and didn't have room. That was in 2003. Five years later, we were finally able to get to my stuff, since it was in the very back of a very large storage shed with three other people's stuff in front of it. 20 boxes!!! I went through 20 boxes yesterday and today. I had forgotten I had a lot of the stuff, such as my porcelain dolls and all my knick knacks, but, oh, Gods, it was tiring. I had to go through my closet and dresser to get rid of a lot of clothes to make room for the ones I just re-found. So, the good news is I finally have all my jewelry, knick knacks, clothes and books (oh, Gods, three boxes of books alone! Yay!) in one place again and can, you know, actually get to it. Yay! On the other hand - 20 boxes!
So, yeah, that was my day. I think I'm going to bed now.
*Thunk*
It was a long day today. My mom decided on Tuesday that she was sick of storing everybody's stuff in her storage shed and so had a massive cleaning. I hadn't realized I had so much stuff, and I spent most of the day going through boxes and trying to find room for it all. Why was my stuff still in storage? Well, long story short, before I joined the Army I lived with my dad to help him out after his stroke. When he was able to take care of himself and steady again, I joined the Army and then was stationed in Korea for a year. I could only bring 500 pounds of stuff with me to Korea, which actually isn't a whole lot, so I had to leave a lot of stuff behind.
Three months before I came home, my dad decided he absolutely could not stay here a moment longer and moved to Florida. Without telling me, or giving me a chance to do anything, he packed all my stuff up and my mom was pretty much forced to keep it for me, since I was living in the barracks and didn't have room. That was in 2003. Five years later, we were finally able to get to my stuff, since it was in the very back of a very large storage shed with three other people's stuff in front of it. 20 boxes!!! I went through 20 boxes yesterday and today. I had forgotten I had a lot of the stuff, such as my porcelain dolls and all my knick knacks, but, oh, Gods, it was tiring. I had to go through my closet and dresser to get rid of a lot of clothes to make room for the ones I just re-found. So, the good news is I finally have all my jewelry, knick knacks, clothes and books (oh, Gods, three boxes of books alone! Yay!) in one place again and can, you know, actually get to it. Yay! On the other hand - 20 boxes!
So, yeah, that was my day. I think I'm going to bed now.
*Thunk*
