02 November 2007

But this isn't porn!

Ahh, so much today and not a lot dealing with education in particular.

Went to class today. Spoke with the wife of my professor (who also teaches at the university) after class to talk about something "personal-professional" - yes, I was deliberately vague because it was not a private forum, and I really didn't need the older guys stepping in and telling me I was being dumb. I sent Wife-Professor an email explaining what I wanted to talk about when we met in a week and a half.

What it really boils down to is that I'm nearing 30 and while my biological clock isn't ticking loudly at the moment, I'm a little concerned with what choosing this profession means in relation to raising children. And while I'm sure I could speak with other professors in the department about it, the vast majority of those that I know have children are men, and it's a bit of a different investment level for them.

While it may seem like a strange thing to be concerned over, especially because I really don't intend to have children, I'm not taking them off the table. I hope that Wife-Professor will see it as a thoughtful question and concern about my future-professional and future-private life. We'll see what happens when I meet with her in a bit.

When I got home from class, I saw my music neighbor and thanked him for letting me know about his performance, gushed about his voice, and engaged in a general chat. He asked me what I was reading and immediately hid it behind my back, saying "I'm hesitant to show you because it's basically historical porn." Then I handed him The Last Templar, and he flipped through it, trying to figure out where the porn was. I then explained the concept of 'historical porn' and realized that no matter how cute he is or how wonderful his voice is, he's not one of those that groks history, and so the lusting comes to a close. Plus, he's four years younger than me, and with few exceptions, there's something that happens after the mid-twenties hump that just adds something to the life experience. I think he'll just stay a casual chatting acquaintance.

I have papers to work on, and my classmates are all going a little insane because they can't sort out how to approach the topics. I have my ideas, and I'm not sharing because, while I've shared factual information, I see no reason to present my methods to them. Oh, and my university had implemented this thing where we have to pay per print. It's cheaper (frighteningly enough) for me to print out at home. I'm a little disappointed. Ah, well.

And now I'm going to finish catching up on my TV watching before I start cranking in on my reading for the journals.

This is my life.

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