Some people have asked me why I bother having a blog. They wonder why someone would want to share their feelings with the rest of the world. I can’t give you one exact reason why. There are many. One is that it makes communication more open. It’s much easier to keep up with the lives of people who have a blog. Personally, I loved hearing about the ins and outs of someone’s life; it makes them feel closer even if they’re far away. Another reason I keep a blog is as a form of dialogue with friends and family. I don’t get to have nearly the amount of quality conversation I used to have when I lived in dorm. There were always people around when you felt like talking. Always people to argue with, compete with – you know me. A third reason I blog is (a least for me) is to vent. I always have a million thoughts floating around, and not wanting to bother anymore with them, I can type them out, send them off into cyberspace and I felt as if I’ve talked to someone. The bonus for you guys is that you can choose whether or not you want to read them.
But I’ve discovered a new medium for discourse. It’s called ‘tutorial’.
I admit that I hated tutorials at the beginning of the year. I thought they were useless and filled with people who sit staring at their books, hoping someone will talk to make the 45 minutes go faster. I didn’t want to say anything for a) fear of disagreement with my opinions (I sometimes don’t deal well with criticism) and b) I didn’t want to become the loudmouth girl who is self-righteous, strongly opinionated and won’t shut up. You know those types of people.
Anyways, I have two tutorials. One on Monday and one on Wednesday. The Monday tutorial is, well, it’s not exactly lively. As we’re doing a lot of studying about the Catholic Church’s history, people seem to be quite anti-church and philosophical. They also don’t seem that tolerant or open-minded, either. Everyone seems easily offended.
Now my Wednesday tutorial – what a difference. Our TA is laid back, we’re allowed to jump all over each other’s opinions and nobody cares. When we leave the room, nobody cares. It’s like a show. You come off the stage and leave your character there. It’s fun. Particularly when I make up far-fetched hypothetical situations such as Regina taking over Saskatoon and telling Saskatoonians they have to leave within a year, or they’ll be deported and dispersed to various Regina territories (basically anywhere south of Regina). There was more laughter about the actualities of this than the point I was trying to make, but that’s okay. I like to be the class clown, too, sometimes.
And on that note, it’s time to go and do something productive. I’m worn out from the non-stop studying and essay writing from the past few days. I’ll give myself this evening to relax and then it’s back to work. One more midterm and 4 essays to go. Oh, the joys of being a humanities major. Thank goodness for tutorials…