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Summer Job and College Major

A man from Yellowstone National Park called me a few days ago, letting me know that I have a position there for the summer. I'll be working with the food and beverage department (not the most glamorous job, but it's a start) in the Old Faithful area of the park. I start May 10th!

For my Novel class, we read Frankenstein last week. I really enjoyed the discussion of this book, much more, perhaps, than the reading of the book itself, although Shelley is not a bad writer. I still think I liked Wuthering Heights better, though.

In Human Social Context, we finishedThe Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, an absolutely fantastic book. It does an excellent job of demonstrating the strange things that the brain can do, and raises many questions about ethical decisions, the soul, and happiness of those with cases of autism and other conditions. That class is really reinforcing some of the ideas I've embraced last semester, as I continue to move further away from my Fundamentalist upbringing. I'm glad that I'm moving slowly, but steadily, so I know that my moves aren't reactionary. Don't get me wrong - I'm very far away from it already, but I continue to move in that direction, even past what some people are comfortable with.

Finally, I've found a good pattern for my Interdisciplinary. I've written up class lists over and over again, trying to pin down what my major does, exactly. But I found that the University of Chicago's Humanities major is the closest I'll get at Sterling College. Here is the link, in case anybody is interested in looking at it. Once I get my own major solidified, I'll post the contents of it as well. Also, here is the link to the index of majors at UC. If I could, I'd take the Fundamentals, Humanities, Classic Studies, and Economics. I love that school!
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