Sunday, April 13, 2014

Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?

I sent this e-mail today:

subject: please change the name of your organization

I wholeheartedly object to the ordain women movement. I am a woman and I do not want to be ordained, nor do I think those seeking ordination should be granted it.

If you insist on rocking the boat, please call it the "ordain certain women" movement, or possibly the "ordain us" movement. I don't like this group speaking for an entire gender -- my gender. As a full-fledged member of the biologically designated group called "women," I want nothing to do with any of it. Please do not make me an accessory to your cause.

Respectfully,
Chaela Mcdonald

Monday, March 03, 2014

Fusion was the broken heart that's lonely's only thought

Things I can't wait to learn once I'm out of *college, and other thinking points:
[a list from my iphone, dated late February]

1. Has modernity propelled Christianity to the point where it, at times, just perpetuates modernity? Will the adversary use this to counterfeit caring?
2. Aren't pretty much all dilemmas false dilemmas?
3. I create my future, but I think my catalysts might be off. How often do I cripple myself by misconstruing catalysts?
4. There are very few differences between elitism and ignorance. I am nearly always guilty of both.
5. Why can't I adopt agrarianism in its entirety? Why can't I adopt anything in its entirety? How much danger is there in endorsing something only partially considered? Can anything ever be truly endorsed (since things can never be fully considered)?
6. I wish there was a "DISLIKE VERY MUCH" button on Pinterest
7. Why do people resist reading or learning what might make them better? How are people fine with how they are when there are more books and more theories and more ideas? Will I become that way? Can I prevent it?
8. Why does the empirical win (see item 2)? Especially in matters of the heart.
9. What isn't a matter of the heart?







*[ [ [ [ [ [ [ [ THESE DAYS
[ [ [ [ [ [ a college is a machine
[ [ [ [ a professor is a taskmaster
 [ [ [ [ [ [ a syllabus is a chore chart

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

And our words would take us halfway 'round the world

Things I've decided and/or formed opinions about lately:
[a list I found on my phone, dated mid-September]

1. A bed is not a necessity.
2. The defrost feature on most microwaves is a little too interactive.
3. The right medicine helps. A lot.
4. It's harder to move across town than across the country.
5. Parking tickets always follow you.
6. Everything changes and I want to savor every moment of now. I'm sad when I'm reminded that I've forgotten.
7. I'm team Peeta, all the way.
8. When I grow up I need a Great Dane named Monroe.
9. A relationship with someone you really care about should be simple.
10. The hunt is the treasure.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

You only need the light when it's burning low

Might I just say that this brings me so much joy? Because it really, really does.



Here's to aroma-therapy and all things warm and autumnal.
[serenity is only a candle away]

Monday, November 04, 2013

Wake me up when it's all over

Dear BYU Professors,

I have only recently begun understanding the harshest reality of attending a research-based university: you don't care about me. I mean, obviously you don't want me to get stabbed or anything, but you also see me as 150 minutes per week you don't get to spend doing your research. And, surprisingly, I'm okay with this. I don't need you to like me or care about my intellectual well-being. After all, I have a mother. And probably some future cats (I hate cats but at this point I feel it's inevitable).

I figure that if you did care more about students than research you would have applied to work at BYU-Idaho. But you didn't. You are here. I am here. And neither of our interests or goals quite align, other than you need BYU's money to learn stuff and I give BYU money to give me a piece of paper that will tell people I'm smart.

Now that we've gotten that out in the open, can we talk about the arbitrary hoops you place in front of me at every turn? "Mini assignments" and "quizzes" and "reading logs." Do you really care that I did it? Will proof that I read another outdated article about minority-group relations and responded with my feelings help your research get published? Because it sure isn't helping me learn anything about what I really want to know. In fact, I'd say it's impeding my actual education.


I understand that grades are the operationalization of my intellectual development. But guess what, it's not working. Universities have turned into the world's largest game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Those little white balls I repeatedly grasp for do not satiate. I remain hungry for knowledge because you've had me chomping at facts for the last 4+ years.

Why have you allowed your departments to craft precisely what I must know in order to be a "good sociologist?" Isn't sociology action oriented? Within this premise, why do my methods courses make me do research that's already been done? To prove I can master the syntax? I would only care to master the syntax if I cared about the result but you don't let me pick my own data sets. Or variables. Or breakfast (Raisin Bran if you must know). If you knew how much I don't care about 90% of what you force me to do or read you probably wouldn't feel so bad about how much you don't care about the classes you're forced to teach.

Our relationship could be much more symbiotic if you'd realize that drills and chores and tasks do not a scholar make. 

Thanks,
Chaela Mcdonald
disgruntled supersenior


PS - I understand that with Raisin Bran as my favorite cereal I am headed for cat-lady status. I'm dealing with it.