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Dear lord, is it cold today.
So I have something to confess: I started Weight Watchers. I'm not too sure how I feel about it just yet. I'm concerned that I've bought into the diet culture of our country…well, it's not really a concern, I know that I've bought into it. But I know that I'm not healthy, I know that I'm not happy with myself right now, so I think it goes without saying that something needed to be done. Also, I have a ton of decent clothes that just don't fit and i don't feel like spending a ton of money on new duds. So far it hasn't been too bad. I kind of had to botch yesterday because I started it after breakfast and it turns out that I had eaten something like 12 points for breakfast…my daily target is 25. So I got to say “fuck it” one last time…But I don't want this to turn into my diet journal so let's switch subjects.
I don't like my Nonfiction 2 class. I really like my teacher, but I can't stand the other students. They're just all very…dim. With the exception of maybe 2 or 3 people, having a class discussion is so excruciating. We had to break into little workshop groups yesterday and were working on our profile rough drafts. The girl whose story we read first gave us a disclaimer about how it really sucked and blah blah blah. I didn't think too much of it because just about everyone says that before getting workshopped. It's some sort of literary ritual. Anyway, we read her story…and it was really bad. Now, granted, it was just a rough draft and I'll be the first to admit that my rough draft is veeeerrry rough. But…wow. It was in first person, which in and of itself isn't a problem. But the way she wrote it the “I” was just pointless. I don't really know how to explain it. Also, the profile was about an abortion doctor. This girl in our group who always gets very hyped up about religion started suggesting all of these really offensive questions for her to ask the doctor at their next interview like, “Ask him if he thinks fetuses have a soul…Ask him if he thinks what he's doing is wrong…Ask him if he thinks the fetuses feel pain…” I wanted to punch her. All in all, not a very satisfying workshop experience.
My chair and my desk really suck. They're both falling apart. Thanks a lot, Office Depot. That reminds me, I need to get a new printer very soon. Yesterday it took me an hour to print out 40 pages. What a joke.
