What life experiences have given me a sense of fulfillment or growth?

Hmmm I need to think about that one...Alot has.  I probably need to really think about that, it would probably be good for me.  Lately I've just felt like I'm living in constant chaos.  And its driving me to act depressed and crazy like.  That needs to change.

A lot of final tests...I'm exchausted.

2,5 weeks before summer. One the one hand it's not a lot of time, but it's very hard...

Oh.... And my volleyball training became harder, but I love it despite of hardesty...

大地震给人们带来的

        小时候我经历过地震, 唐山大地震时我还是初中生, 大冬天在露天跟家人在地震棚里住过一个月. 那时候我不知道害怕, 父亲工作的空军医院里住了很多唐山运来的伤员, 我们小孩还跑去慰问伤员和帮忙打扫病房的卫生.

   几天后, 一位来自唐山的梳长辫子的女生转到我们班, 她给我讲了她被埋在地下72小时的恶梦, 当时她的脸鼻口眼都被泥土封住了, 没吃没喝身子也不能动, 脑子里只有一个想法: ‘我完了’. 当解放军叔叔把她从泥瓦片中挖出来时, 她觉得阳光很刺眼也很亲切. 地震已经过去相当一段时间了, 她说话声依然很轻, 目光始终带着惶恐, 走路也怯生生的. 我当时自然不懂 ‘灾难后综合症’, 但我知道她比任何人都需要同学的爱护. 她成了我的朋友, 我和我的同学们都想帮她尽快走出那可怕的梦魇.

  地震的经历让我知道生命无常, 瞬间天塌地裂, 房倒屋塌是小概率但可发生事件. 当大地摇晃时, 房屋在你眼前跳舞时, 无论地位的高低, 金钱的有无, 生命之帆在一呼一吸之间飘摇, 所有人的追求也在瞬间拉平在‘求生’的基本水平上. 这样毁灭性大地震不仅将城市瞬间夷为平地, 夺去无数生命还会给幸存者身体和心灵留下永久性的创伤.

Well, I have found a philosophy forum with some interest in Foucaultian theory. Yeah. An oppertunity to work with some of these thoughts that I have and I need to see how what I'm conveying is received. I am hoping to interact with some engaging minds. It looks like there may be a few on the friends site. What I don't like about many of the philosophy forums is that they want you to write in a particular format. I like to interact and not think about a formal format.

Also, I want to note here that it was difficult to put that picture in my office because other people see him. Other people know that I am working on being an author, other people know what kind of work I like, and then there is a discussion of his attractiveness. There is a tension about it.  And I believe that tension has to do with the question Foucault poses in volume one of The History of Sexuality: An Introduction which is: By what spiral did we come to believe that we are repressed?  

I'm thinking back to the time that I went over to York College to question a certain professor about whether he was sending me anonymous communication via spam. When he came out of his class that day and saw me standing in the hallway his face turned red. He then turned to his left and proceeded to his office. I then, chose to summon what courage I had and follow him to his office where I asked him two questions. His replies and the subsequent actions he took afterward are the repressive hypothesis that Foucault writes about.  As a sexuality counselor, and educator that could never be my response. A person who is secure in this aspect of themselves can answer any questions in the discipline of sexuality. I have to become very secure.