Life With a Cat Named Kick Me

of Law & Order: SVU.  There are few things that I love more than that television show.  My God, my family, my dog, skiing.  Yea that about covers it all. 

 I did the unthinkable today.  When I moved here from small town US of A I promised myself it was something that I would never do, I would never give in to the city that much.  I couldn’t forget my roots, act like a Bostonian, be so lazy.  And now I sit here, having just ordered my groceries online.  And I feel WONDERFUL.  They’ll be delivered to my doorstep tomorrow evening (at my convenience, of course) and I don’t have to worry about making it to the o-so-crowded grocery store or only buying what I am able to carry home.  Oh, the pampered city life.  I could really get used to this.

Or not.  I mean they don’t even know what a beef on weck is here and chicken wings–ha, they’re a joke!  What I wouldn’t give for day of Western NY cuisine.  Mmmm.

I’m not a student at the Law school.  I go to the Ed. school.  I’m working on my master’s in risk and prevention.  I hate it.  Kind of.  I like most of my courses and my professors—it’s the core course for the risk and prevention program that I can’t stand.  It’s sad.  It’s why I came here–to learn about risk, resilience, and protective factors for youth.  I didn’t come to learn about HIV prevention in gay men of color (not that I have anything against gay men of color—they just don’t interest me, either).  So, why are we learning about gay men of color?  Good question.  That’s where the professor’s interests lie, and so, as anyone in graduate school could probably tell you, that’s what we’re learning about—even though it has absolutely NOTHING to do with the theme of the course.  My TF set up a meeting with me for Thursday morning; I think she’s going to praise rebuke me for my outspoken criticism of the class and the professor.  Maybe if she does I can hire a cute law student to defend my first amendment to free speech.  A girl can dream, can’t she?  Anyway, as it stands now, if you’re interested in the Risk and Prevention program at HGSE, don’t do it, just don’t.  Unless they get a professor to teach the core course who actually cares about Risk and Prevention (outside of the gay men of color realm, that is).