Today was a good day, I enjoyed the time I spent at home waiting for my mother. I got on my computer and played around until my sister showed up with Chick-fil-a. Goodness, I love that place so much~ Then when my mother showed up, she got ready really fast and we rushed to grandma's house so my mom could give her something, and then rushed to school before we could be late. It was as we were arriving right at 2 o'clock that I realized my Philosophy class doesn't start at 2 it starts at 2:15, (possibly 2:30) so we weren't late after all.
Today in Physiology, we talked about whether or not we know is something is really true. Everything that has ever been taught to you could be a lie. 2+2 could = 5, blue could actually be red, I mean this seems possible because guys see red differently from girls so how do we know that all of us see red differently? Red to me, could be blue to you. We basically said we couldn't trust anything anyone taught us, nor believe anything we can perceive? What does that leave? The fact that you cannot deny your own existence. You are thinking right now, therefor, you are. Nobody else might be, but at least you are. Or to put it the way our instructor said: "I am."
Then we talked about an idea of a perfect being.
God (who we all deem perfect, at least if you're religious) is perfect, yes? He is all knowing, all powerful, and all good. Perfect! Or IS HE!?
Can God create a rock that even he, himself, cannot lift? If yes, he is not all powerful. If not, he is still not all powerful.
If God is good, then why is there bad?
Does he know about the evil? If not, he is imperfect.
Can he know stop the evil? If not, he is imperfect.
Does he not care about the evil? If not, then he is imperfect.
However I saw it differently. He does know, he can stop it, and he does care, but how would we know good if there was not evil? To know true happiness, one must understand pain and sadness first, right?
However, the class isn't suppose to change what you think, it's only to change the way you think about it, and to acknowledge other possibilities.
There are three people in this world.
If you stood all of them to a painting.
One would say, "Yes this a painting" and move on.
The second would ask "Why did they paint this painting?" And once they received and answer they would move on.
But the third person will continue with a list of questions that will never stop. "Why paint this? Why use these colors? Why did you feel that way?" These questions will continue on until it is not about the painting, and they will all lead back to "Who am I?"
After class finished, I saw my old friend Kayleena, and we stopped and talked about stuff for a little bit. I always have this nagging fear that everyone I talk to thinks "Why is this thing talking to me?" but it's just a simple paranoia I should get over. Anyway, we talked about how things were going and theater, but without our best actors, stage manager, and set designer, things seem to be going a little awry. And Ms. Munoz is being herself as always. I have a history with her, and something definite to say, but I will save that for later.
For "Lunch" (or my 2 hour 30 minute break) I didn't feel like getting anything to eat. I greatly regret that decision, because now I'm starving. I'll just get a granola bar or something. Anyway, I spent most of the time, messing around with Photoshop on my blog post. It was really fun, and time went by a lot faster. Too fast perhaps. In my math class, we didn't really do anything. Every class is the same thing. "Take notes, take a quiz, work together, go home!" It's nice. It reminds me of High School Algebra. Funny, because that class seems so easy, but I'm not going to complain, if I only have to take that class, and nothing like that horror known as Trigonometry, I'm happy. I think me and this lady were having a female dog moment. I thought I was right on an answer, and she thought she was right, and she was showing me how she did it, and I refused to change my answer, and we kind of just had a moment of awkwardness after class. But it's alright, I won't hold a grudge, besides, we find out who's right tomorrow.
After school is where it got interesting. I never like waiting for my mother to pick me up. I end up waiting from 30 mins. to an hour for her sometimes, and because I can't drive myself, I have no choice, but to wait for her. I called her a few time to let her know I was done, but when she didn't answer after the third time, I got a little irritated. I called my dad, and he said she had already left 15 minutes ago and should be there soon. I saw what looked like my grandmother's car and thought that was her, but after a while of waiting for her to do something, a pregnant woman popped out, and that was the end of that. Just as I was about to go back inside, my mother showed up. She didn't take too long. As I placed my backpack inside the car she started telling me about how she had gotten angry with me this morning, but started missing me this afternoon when I wasn't there. I felt loved, and then when I closed the door to get to the other side, she started driving off. I thought she was pulling the prank my father used to do to her, where he kept stopping and starting the car when she tried to get in. But instead of stopping, she kept going. In my mind I thought she was doing my father's joke to an extent, so I started after her, but she kept going. I thought to myself, "There's no way she is that dense to forget me.... She not that dumb... She's just- SHE'S ACTUALLY LEAVING?!" And just like that the car started turning the corner! I was in shock! She was actually leaving me! I wanted to bawl! Surely she wasn't that dumb! Was it something I said?! Was she in such a bad mood that all I had to do was say, "Oh, really?" and she got mad and left!? I started having flashbacks of a reoccurring nightmare I had as a baby of me doing something to scare her and her hopping in another vehicle and driving away. I was going to fall to the floor and cry. And she wasn't going to answer her phone either. Thank GOD she turned around. But I was still stung. She said she actually thought I was in the car but when I "didn't answer her" she knew something was up. We laughed about it after the trauma was done. She thought I had passed out from hunger and with that thought in mind she bought me some Popcorn chicken from Sonic. We haven't been there in a while, so I was happy. Just remind me in the future, if I ever have kids, don't let me let my mom watch them.
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