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The cobwebs are clearing out of my domepiece; I can think again. With the exception of the insomnia, week two is ten times as exciting as week one. I've gone back to being my old contrarian self again and I'm loving it.
So, other than that, what's new? Well, I dropped out of my sociology class after exchanging heated words with my prof in front of an entire auditiorium of my peers. I probably should have slept on it but the man went so far as to say that he now held a bias against me because I went so far as to question the validity of theory he seems to think is vital to sociology. If it really is, I'm not upset in so much as the least bit to be free of the burden of learning something so idiotic as Manheim's theory of relativism. Mind you, I always found cultural relativism, in anthropology, to be intellectually offensive too. In my philosophically shaped opinion, anyone who asserts that there is no certain truth is a moron. Truth is simply saying that that which is and that which is not is not. It doesn't take a genius to grasp and if he saw fit to attempt to chastise me in front of sixty students for thinking independently, then I don't regret calling him a sad little closed-minded fool with a Napoleon-complex. Perhaps it's all for the best as I really loathed the course and some of the nonsense it taught. Oh well, c'est la vie.
At this point, I can't do anything but learn form my mistakes, bite my tongue in the future and, where necessary, suffer fools gladly. Hope everyone is doing well. I know I am.