Depends on How You Look at It

Today is a beautiful sunny day. Or so I thought. I ventured out after work to run some errands. I was warm in my jacket and blissfully so as I have experienced seemingly endless months of winter when you stack the US winter against the NZ winter. As I'm walking in this gorgeous weather, I hear some girls complaining about how (and this is a verbatim quote) "f-ing hot it is!" I didn't even know the phrase "f-ing" had travelled all this way. It is better than its non-abbreviated form, I suppose, but it has to be like 65 degrees out. Not f-ing hot, no matter how you say it.

Then, I decided to take the bullet and go talk to my professor about our most recent paper. No, I was not singled out to talk to (although I was last time and did not see her. Giving me a stupid low grade when it isn't me who's all unclear... sorry.) but the whole class is to see her individually to discuss the paper. I was proud of myself for jumping on this bullet so soon, but whatever. The sun is getting to me. She had emailed that she would be ready to discuss papers after one pm. I was there at precisely 1.26 pm and she was not her in office. Grr. I wrote a scathing (okay, not really, but I wrote really hard) note telling her to let me know when to come back. On my way to the elevator, I ran into a classmate. Upon hearing my "she's not even there", he replied, "Ah, well it's only like twenty minutes after one... I'll just stop back up in a bit." I thought it funny how I thought she was inexcusably late, and he thought she was right on schedule.

Then he discussed with me how it was obvious that some people in the class got the more abstract concepts and some didn't. I eyed him suspiciously because I don't know that I have convinced anyone in that class that I know what's going on. I surmised that he wouldn't say anything if he thought I was one of the ones who didn't get it, and thought how he and my professor would have a wee debate on that subject.

I don't mean to get all into my philosophy that they're force feeding me, but reality really is subjective. Was it hot or nice? Was she late or not? Am I "getting it" or not? Fun times. I choose nice, late, and getting it -- in that order.