>Well, and a day or so…. I was born.
Dang, I almost feel old.
I’m at the OLD end of college aged, and still don’t know what I want to do!
Well, not exactly true, I know EXACTLY what I want to do: Love, be loved, protect those I love.
The details just ain’t there yet.
I get out of the Navy this time next year, God willing. I have many hopes, but I’m really not sure what I’ll do. I’d like to go to school, but I’m not sure what for– I need to get at least a BS or BA. I’ve wanted to do that ever since I was a little girl and came home in tears because the teacher told me that I was a liar and my grandmothers couldn’t have had college education. My father’s mother is the daughter of Scottish immigrants, home schooled, who went to college at 16 or so and was a newspaper reporter up to a few years ago. My mother’s mother is from Kansas, moved to Oregon and married a Kansas-born Lumberjack, had some college and became a court stenographer. Both of them knew shorthand, an undertaking that boggles my mind.
My mom went to college because her mother wanted at least one of the kids to, and because she promised God she would if only her brother wasn’t dead. (Vietnam)
She worked like a dog to pay for it, and got a BS in– I think– Animal Husbandry, with a minor in teaching.
Dad’s dad was a banker, although I don’t know anything about his college (Grampa Gail died when I was about three, but I can still see him plain as day….) and dad got an AA from the Army because of Vietnam.
I remember seeing that dad didn’t “need” the college he got, and that mom didn’t use her college much– unless she was substitute teaching, which to my mind wasn’t very often– but that knowing stuff was Important. It was good for you. And the things they knew, and the way they could think….
My mother must take the blame for starting my most annoying habit (well, that and chewing my nails): arguing with the TV, radio and written word if they employ faulty reasoning. I just can’t stand it when someone who should know better says something that is obviously false, such as “a fetus isn’t a human!” Wrong, wrong, scientifically wrong: they MEAN they don’t think it’s a person. Human is a biological term. Or, less likely to get hackles up, when folks say that “science proves–” (insert recent study here). Science really doesn’t prove very much at all, because that’s not the point: science is supposed to try to figure out what happens and why, and make rules to figure out what will happen next, not to say “thus and such is true forever more.” If you read a paper by a scientist, they double-hedge so much that you feel like getting shrub clippers out to use on them. “If, in a select situation, the above mentioned conditions are in existence, and the before stated exceptions are not, there is a high possibility that the therorized(sp) situation could possibly come in to being.” There’s just so MUCH going on in almost anything that’s interesting to science– even with gravity, outside of lab conditions, you’d have to say something like “dropping objects that exceed the ratio of X weight to Y surface area in a location with minimal wind will fall from point A directly down to point B at a constant speed.” (That’s all you can prove without a vacuum– imagine trying to prove that everything falls at the same speed with a bowling ball and a feather, in the middle of a windstorm.) Basically, just because something is *true* doesn’t mean that a given study will prove it. And just because a study seems to prove something doesn’t mean that it’s true. (feather and bowling ball.)
Hm. That’s a rather lot of rambling, even for me. Star off with “Hey, I’m 23!” go into family history and end up with “Science is a tool to use carefully, and read the instruction manual, please.”
Ah, well, to keep with the random theme: I’ve got a picture gallery! http://sailorette.smugmug.com/