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“So it goes.”
May 13, 2024
Yesterday marked five months in this apartment in NE Portland. I do so love it here, I really really do. More than the studio at the Henry Clay, although I still think of that place when I get off the elevator here and walk to my door. The distance is about the same. Sometimes I compare the differences walking that length, and they are significant, but I am every bit as pleased with my environment and I feel every bit as much at home here.
I received my grades today. I got an A in Reformed Theology, which was not unexpected, and a B in Postmodern Theology, which was just FINE. I wasn’t expecting an A, I HATED THAT CLASS. I worried I’d get a C, so a B is perfect, for such an imperfect, dare I say torturous experience. And it’s sad, too, because postmodernism is a fascinating concept, and I’m “doing it” in terms of my rejection of absolute truths, grand narratives, and my embrace of diversity and plurality.
It’s all about the professor, you know? A professor makes or breaks a course. A manager makes or breaks the work culture. It’s tragic one person has so much control over the Grand Narrative. HA! But they do. And sadly, many don’t recognize their power and wield it carelessly or heavy-handedly, and those under their power suffer immensely.
The scholastic conditions under Dr. Kang this past semester were no different than what…
