Yes, it’s been a while, but hey… I mean, you must understand that I’m a busy woman now. I have a part time job, I go to school, and I have to maintain an excellent GPA in order to stay in school. So, let me tell you this…
It’s going good. A lot has changed in me, mentally since the first day of class. It’s funny because I look at what I thought my Woman Studies class would be, and it’s nothing like that. All of my classes seem to intersect as far as the topics are concerned which ensures my interest.
I’ve got Sociology, Psychology, Woman Studies, and English. The English class deals specifically with the New Negro Movement of the early 1900s, or the Harlem Renaissance. The goal of the class however is to provide a view of the New Negro Movement on a much broader and more interdisciplinary context than it is generally taught. First of all breaking down the misconceived notion that the movement originated in Harlem; second, discussing the different versions of Washington, D.C. that have been talked about throughout the ages.
Psychology is my intended major so you can imagine how much I’m enjoying that. My professor, Dr. Umm-I-would-tell-you-but-ummm, is great. He’s witty and his teaching style is very conducive to my learning. In other words, he ain’t borin.
Sociology is very interesting, because it’s a discipline that I never really understood completely, even when I took the class in high school. I think Woman Studies, and the angle it takes in trying to identify forms of oppression in our social institutions and systems helps to give me a greater appreciation of it. I think it’s a good way to balance the Psychology, because it’s a constant reminder that many of the problems we go through on a “micro” level are not so personal, because they can very well be the effect of a “macro” issue.
Anywho, I’m going to church here…I’m not a heathen or anything. (jk). I was afraid initially that I wouldn’t find anybody trying to do this thing the right way, but I thank U Know Who that I have. They are really nice girls. And there are a handful of guys, but you know how that goes… smh. Where are all the good brothas at? And even if they are the good brothas, they’re either taken, ugly, in hiding, or a few hundred miles away from me.
I can’t even trip though. I mean, if I meet that special person, I do. And if I don’t, then I’ll die a very lonely old lady…
And guess what, I can say that I’m cool with that! Don’t get it twisted; I don’t want no junk, so I’ll wait for my perfect one...
Even if I have to wait on Jesus
