I am again deep in the rigors of counseling and psychology classes, getting lots of yummy new ideas on which I can cogitate and base crazy new curmudgeonly theorems for the rest of my days. I am even learning new words (so late in life) in my "Medical and Psychiatric Aspects of Disability" class. Favorite so far: "iatrogenic" =caused by the practitioner (i.e. grounds for a malpracice suit). Also "cephalomegaly" (enlargment of the head). A class on multiculturalism is giving me some amazing personal insights as to why I flipped off the academic establishment thirty years ago and ran away to the sticks to become a potter (more on that some other day). My third class is online and therefore somewhat frustrating (why can't I just TALK to these people?). It is also a rather boring historical excursion through the dusty rooms of personality and psychotherapy theory, mostly ways of thinking that, if they are still being used by anyone out there, are definitely showing their age, creaking and groaning through the cracks. I'll get through it all if I can keep my sassy mouth shut and my words on task. Gotta keep telling myself academics are people too and they don't know what to make of middle fingers in their faces, nothing personal, it's just the same thing it was all those years ago at Stanford--everyone talks too much and does too little--they need to get out more. But, on with the show.
So bear with me, reader, if there are any of you left. There may be a post from time to time just to make a vain effort at regaining my sanity, but mostly I will have my nose in books and if I come up for air it will be the real thing, outdoors, not stuck in here linking sentences together. I'll be getting enough of that in class. Thanks for your support, as the two wine cooler guys used to say.
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Please do. It helps my sanity too...
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