Just let me vent for a sec.
So in my Sociology class we meet only one day a week, but we have a lot of ‘out of class’ assignments. This week, we have to learn about Social Stratification by playing a game of Monopoly where the wealth is distributed unevenly at the beginning. So we do have to organize into groups out of class. “How many other people will we need in our group?” asks a student. The answer is ‘seven.’
Seven? Eight total, including oneself.
Do you know how hard it is to coordinate eight schedules?
But luckily, my group came up with a time to meet pretty quickly. 10:15 p.m. P. M?! Yeah, because one person has a night class that ends at 10:00. Who in their right minds would to do a group project right after a night class (I’ve taken a few night classes, by the way, and I really enjoyed them but they can be draining)? Or do a group assignment at 10:15 at night? And the game is supposed to last an hour and the half. This means I’ll be doing a school assignment until nearly curfew! I don’t want to do a school assignment until near curfew!
But part of my mind thinks I shouldn’t complain. Well, there is always a part of my mind that tells me to shut up and stop complaining. I think in Freudian terms, I guess you would call it my Superego, and I have a pretty strong one. I can rarely complain about anything without reprimanding myself. I mean, think about it- in the work force you oftentimes have to work in groups, and people are usually even busier at that time of life- what with work, family, possibly schooling, and no doubt other responsibilities as well. It’s probably even more of a nightmare to coordinate then. But complaining only makes it harder for everyone else, it gets you nowhere, and it may put your job at risk.
So I’m trying not to be a brat about it.
But even when I do give ear to my Superego, sometimes I wish it would shut up and let me complain every once in a while. You know how it is, life can be hard enough anyway without feeling like you don’t have the right to complain. So writing this blog post is how I’m going to rebel against my Superego.
On a more positive note, I remember part of my dream. Not much, but I remember I was holding a kitten. I think it was black, with a white tummy. And I held it close to me… it was soft and light- like a hamster. But it liked me, and that made me happy.