I happen to be taking Intro to Afro-American Studies during Black History Month, so that's interesting. The funny thing is I was dead set against taking this class, but this was the only class that would fit in my schedule and fill my business requirement. Now, why would a girl with a "very nice tan" be against taking a class like this? It's a long, drawn out sob story about how I've had black history drilled into my head since like 4th grade and it often feels forced being around people of my own race, so I'm not getting into it. But I digress.
It turns out that I like the class, actually. I find myself thinking in terms of my race, which I almost never do. Frankly, I rarely think about race, because I just don't think it's that important. I mean, I see it like I see eye color. Your eyes might be green and mine are brown, but we're both still human. It's not that I'm ashamed to be black at all. I'm really proud of what my ancestors accomplished despite their hardships, and I'm actually learning stuff I didn't know before in class. It's fascinating. I guess I just take it for granted a lot. That, and I simply don't hang around that many black people anymore. Which is a huge culture shock for me, coming from predominately black schools for most of my school career. But then, it's not. I never really embraced the whole black subculture thing completely. It's just not who I am. I laugh about it now, because I was always the misfit who knew all the rock songs and none of the rap ones...
Completely off the subject: I have this new wallpaper on my desktop, and it's...not like me at all. I mean, it really doesn't go with my pink and burgundy windows and taskbar. That, and looking at psycho-Kenshin is kinda disturbing...anyway, you take a look:
What I See When I Close This Window
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