In short, here's my day: Wake up, vascular biology lab, mouse house, Dr. Bodary's office, anthropology lecture, twenty minutes for lunch, Italian, mouse lecture for vascular biology lab, anthropology discussion. Now I'm savoring my rare moment of peace by vegetating and watching videos of baby animals on youtube. Try it, it really sort of melts the stress away. "Fuzzy fuzzy cute cute," is a good place to start.
My roommate and I have been exchanging these for two days now. They're rather fantastic.
However, one decent thing about being completely booked all day, is I get to see some very peculiar things about campus. For example, today I saw a man whip out a violin under a tree and play "Don't Stop Believin'." It very possibly made my week. Another time, I saw a "living statue," and a few days before that, I witnessed a hula hoop contest with one participant wearing a chicken suit.I sometimes wonder, though, what is definition of normal? These strange people may seem very odd to me, but do they simply find their peculiarities socially acceptable?
This brings me to another point. What is the definition of a normal person? I could describe myself as being abnormal, but I honestly couldn't tell you what I would be like if I were normal. Are stereotypes normal? Are people who love cats? Are people who work forty hours a week in an office? Are people who shop at Macy's?
Finally, everyone always encourages people to "be unique," and "be an individual that stands out." How are we supposed to know what kind of norm we're supposed to deviate from, if the entire world is made up of original people and nonconformists?
It's a daunting feeling. Establishing oneself in a society full of exceptional people with their own ideas, it makes you curious if your "abnormal" ideas are really all that abnormal. Or if anyone really cares, either way.
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