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My mother just called. And apparently misses me (and so might be slightly more agreeable when I go over for Thanksgiving). So, conversation about trips, about recent happenings, etc... which led to talk about my classes, specifically my feminist theory class. In which she told me that, while she might agree with me (*gasp* - mark down the date, it deserves it's own anniversary), I shouldn't contradict the prof because I'll get bad grades. Yes, mother, I'm stupid enough to contradict the prof impolitely or unreasonably. And this is from the woman who tells me that university is a place of intellectual freedom. Tell me that I won't be the same when I get to be that age. And, people? If I DO turn into my mother when I'm 50, I give you full and utter permission to fetch the nearest shotgun and shoot me. Actually, I'd regard it as a personal favor.

That said. Essays suck. Essay writing, assisted by a huge pot of tea, sucks slightly less. Must remember this.