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| This is how I deal... I write out lists, lots and lots of lists, of all of the things that I'm going to do, should do, haven't done, will do. Yeah, I'm one of those people... a list person. If I didn't have lists, then nothing would ever get done. I simply don't have a good enough memory to remember the trivial little things; the term papers, the final exams, the presentations that are worth 20% of my mark... so I write them down, in hopes that I fill find that same piece of scrap paper sometime before the thing is due, and finish it accordingly.
The problem lately with my lists, have been that they are all encompassing lists... finish homework, call cellphone company about bill, run a store, have a yardsale next May, and eventually run for Prime Minister of Canada.... or not... but the lists were getting too futurized. I was finding that I wasn't able to concentrate on my crazy busy weeks where I had many things due, because I was focusing on the things that I have to do six months to a year from now.
So I offer a piece of advice... given to me... and passed on to you... if you're stressed about all of the things that you have to do over the next year, then write them all down on a really big piece of paper. Then put that piece of paper in a drawer, or in a binder... someplace that it probably won't get found, but you know that it's all written down so you could go look and not forget anything... then write out a week long plan.... don't spend your time looking at the big plan, concentrate on the little one. The big one will all get done in time.
Ciao,
El | | |
| What does it mean to be feminist? This is something that I have definitely struggled with. Feminists are given such a wide variety of negative labels, and I have to say that I`m the type of person to think of them based upon these negative labels. I`m the first person to say that there`s nothing bad about staying home and taking care of the kids, I`m the first person to address certain types of home maintenance work as men`s work or women`s work, I`m the first person to express caring for someone by making them dinner or baking them cookies. For these reasons, I claimed that I am not a feminist. Feminists are the anti-everything that I stand for, or so I would believe... it has come to my attention recently, however, that feminists don`t all prescribe to one theory any more than every person prescribes to the same theory.
This morning during a social issues class, the issue of the Montreal Massacre came up. For those who are unfamiliar, the Montreal Massacre occured in early December of 1989. It happened at L`Ecole Polytechnique, a french university. A man walked into the last class of the year, pulled a gun out, told the men to leave the room, and opened fire on the women engineering students after saying:
"You are women. You are going to be engineers. You`re all a bunch of feminists. I hate feminists."
That phrase sunk in, and it rocked my world in a way that I didn`t think a phrase could.
Those women were feminists because they were doing what they wanted to do. They were feminists because they were permitted to attend university and because that man thought that he was stealing a job away from him and from men. I`m a feminist because I think I absolutely have the right to an education if I have the same grades as a man. I`m a feminist because I think that if I am doing more work than a man, I should get paid more than him.
And so, I`ve done some reconsidering, and there is still nothing wrong with staying home with the kids. There`s nothing wrong with baking people cookies to show you love them. There`s nothing wrong with asking your husband to mow the lawn. The fact is, you have that choice... you have that option. It`s not a matter of women wanting everything, it`s a matter of them wanting a life where they are treated fairly, and that`s something I can stand behind. | | |
| Hey folks,
Been a while...
Things are going well with me, for the most part. I've been kicking butt in my online courses (my most recent mark was a 97.5%, yippee!), I'm managing a store in Kitchener, although I would like to be done that soon because it's rather stressful, and last but not least, I'm getting married next year. 
While I am enjoying myself, it bodes for a lot of stress and being busy.
Today's a new day, and hopefully it will be a good one. I have a store visit from the President of my company, and an interview to do today, and I'm not crazy about interviews. I have more interviews tomorrow and the next day though... I have about fifteen to finish by the end of Friday.
Anyway, I had better get going and send off an email or two.
Keep Smiling,
El | | |
| Sometimes I just want to scream because I feel like what is in my head, is not something that I can express logically.
It's not that I'm so sad, or that I'm so mad about anything, it's just that I can't tell you exactly what's going on... even when I try, and as someone who writes, that's difficult for me to deal with.
This morning I was reading journals and a particular journal struck me and I thought a long time about what they said, and I wrote a comment that I thought was pretty ok, but I felt so censored even when I was commenting, because while I wanted to write and get out how the entry made me feel, I didn't want anyone to read it.
That's the problem with online journals. People read them... they are convenient, but impractical in a journalling sense.
Blah, I'm not even going to try to write it here. Everyone has heard it before... I'll just change my thoughts, that'll make it all better.
El | | |
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