School. Its For Learning. About One Night Stands.

My Construction of Personal Identify (yes that is a class) professor is a fantastic woman. Talk about someone who really understands and embraces her craft. I wish I had taken classes with her before my senior year.

As you may have guessed, Construction of Personal Identify is a class that is all about how your identity is created. Its kind of like a Theories of Personality class on drugs. (Or maybe it is exactly like Theories of Personality and I just had a crummy professor. But anyway.) I’m going to have to write a term paper on well, myself. All of the major events in my life that I believe have impacted my identity, and all of the general concepts about myself that I hold to be true. As if I needed an excuse to be that vain. I’m thinking that I am going to have to preface my paper with something like “I’m going to try to be honest, so the rest of this paper is going to sound horribly self-absorbed. I just wanted to warn you.”

I already know most of the theory and experiments that my professor cites in lecture, but sometimes her spin is refreshing. I hope that if I end up becoming a professor, I have a style like hers. By style, I mean that she refers to sex whenever possible. Not in a lewd way, but in a silly and charming way.

Like how today she brought up how great anonymous one night stands can be. Oh silly professor!