Ta Da. Last philosophy class last night. I didn’t really think about it until I went in and sat down- but then all of a sudden it dawned on me that except for a few finals related things- I was done with classes at BYU. I am done with classes for my undergraduate degree.
It was kind of funny. Halfway through the first hour Dr. Anderson started talking about the theory of correspondence. He used a triangle as an example of what he was trying to say, and I leaned over to the guy sitting next to me and said, “At least he didn’t use a chair.” You see- in metaphysical lectures of ANY KIND professors almost always say, “Take this chair for example…” and then go into a long thing about how it exists, or does it, is it in our minds, does it simply participate in “chair-ness,” etc. Metaphysics (the study of being) is actually rather important (used to be “first philosophy,” the one you have to study to be able to study anything else. Now, for better or for worse, the philosophy of language has usurped the position, at least in the minds of some philosophers). I’ve never like metaphysics. I would have loved to concentrate on ethics, or even epistemology, but although Scranton offered tons of classes in those areas, BYU…not so much. ANYWAY. So the guy next to me laughs about the chair thing…and sure enough, a couple minutes later Dr. Anderson says, “So, think about a chair, for instance.” And the whole back row cracks up. When I got in the car after class and told John, he said, “At least you came full circle.” Yes. Yes I did. But is that a perfect circle? And does it exist in reality, or in the world of the forms?
Moving on….So yes. Finals are closer than ever. I definitely have my work cut out for me. I think John has a couple of big things left, too, not the least of which is our biology class final. Good times. Gotta study. On the up side, I thought my William James paper was due Wednesday and got it done Monday night (which was early..honestly) and then it turns out it’s not due until Monday during the final. Which is crazy. Because I’ve never been this early. PHEW. So I have time to revise and make it AWESOME .
Last night John and I were meant to go to his work holiday celebration- tubing somewhere up the canyon. His office was closed for the night, so we’d have the whole evening together. Turns out John felt not-so-well yesterday, so we decided that I’d just go to class and then we’d have a relaxing evening at home. It was kind of nice, actually. Reminds me of ollldd times. We walked around Borders and talked a bit, then ate dinner at Bajio. I heart Bajio- and it was nice and empty and dark and nice tasty food. A good date. Then we went to Wal*Mart to get some finishing touches for a box we made for some certain people we love, and then came home. We got to bed before John usually gets home (which was the goal, take advantage of some SLEEP) and resultantly, I woke up in a supa funk this morning. Don’t you love how the body freaks when you suddenly get a healthy amount of sleepy time?
Last night was so nice because we got to just talk- about books, about movies, about work and Christmas and family. We get so busy and even when we’re together we’re not together…so it’s nice when we actually just get to focus on what the other person is saying. After Christmas things are gonna change a bit again. Because we’ve taken this long class together on MWF, we’ve been able to spend most of the daytime during those days driving to school together, sitting in class, getting lunch. When I go full-time, whether my current job is made full-time or I take another opportunity, I’ll be 9am-5pm at work, he’ll be in school in the daytime, then 5-10pm at work himself. So it looks like we’ll have an hour or so of overlap in the evening sometime…after eating and before passing out. It’s kind of sad. But that’s life- we just gotta get this boy graduated, too so the picture can change again, and so we can see each other in the evenings again.
Life is good. It’s actually very, very good. I’m a bit spoiled, honestly. I just need to remind myself of that sometimes.
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