First official day of the semester was Wednesday the 12th. I am rebelling against the constraints of my extended-study-ness and taking a whopping three classes this semester. However, only one of those met last Wednesday. The other two are Monday-only classes, and they don't meet today because of MLK Jr. Day. So they don't actually meet until a week and a half into the semester, if you can believe that.
My first class of the semester was quite nice, however. It is the ONLY section of Intro to Social Work Practice offered this semester, so it is populated by EVERY first-year extended study student in the program. And I was pleasantly surprised to discover how many familiar faces there were. Apparently I was not actually the only extended study person in both of my classes last semester. We were all just quiet about it, since we all felt vaguely like second-class citizens.
This semester may force me to face realities of being in school that last semester didn't. Last semester I did not have to buy textbooks (all the readings were online) and the only final I had was a take-home that was really just a paper. This semester, I've already spent a hundred bucks on textbooks, and the finals are lying in wait in spring. I'm glad I got that one semester of reprieve!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
I love Neil Patrick Harris.
I love Neil Patrick Harris. I love him as Doogie Howser. I love him as Barney Stinson. I love him as Dr. Horrible. I love him as the Fairy Shoeperson on Sesame Street. I love him reading Beverly Cleary's Henry Huggins books. I love him singing "Dream On" on Glee. And, like the eleven-year-old I spent the day with today, I love him as the evil Dr. Blowhole.
When I learned that Neil Patrick Harris and his partner (David Burtka, who is also quite a cutie) were going to be parents of twins, I squealed out loud. I squealed again when I learned that last week's People magazine had the first published pictures of the babies. I immediately searched the internet to see if said pictures were online. Only one was. But the reason I'm blogging about this is that the comments on the brief People website writeup shocked me. Apparently there are STILL people out there who think that it is an abomination for two people of the same sex to have children. Maybe I'm naive, but it honestly surprised me.
Maybe it surprised me that anyone could feel that way because I can't imagine any better circumstances to be born into than to be a twin born to Neil Patrick Harris. Those kids are going to have the best lullabies and bedtime stories that any kid ever had. They will never want for anything. They get to have play dates with Alyson Hannigan and Alexis Denisof's kids. And, most importantly, they have two dads who clearly love them and wanted them very much. Same sex couples don't accidentally get pregnant-- when they have kids, they are absolutely wanted kids. And that is an absolutely beautiful thing.
Plus, the mere fact that Neil Patrick Harris exists and is such a talented, beloved celebrity should remove any suspicion that God hates gay people. God has clearly blessed that man, and I, for one, thank Him for it. I think little Gideon and Harper will too.
And anyone who thinks that heterosexual parents don't have the potential to screw up their kids' lives needs a good hard dose of reality. Come to my workplace for a day.
When I learned that Neil Patrick Harris and his partner (David Burtka, who is also quite a cutie) were going to be parents of twins, I squealed out loud. I squealed again when I learned that last week's People magazine had the first published pictures of the babies. I immediately searched the internet to see if said pictures were online. Only one was. But the reason I'm blogging about this is that the comments on the brief People website writeup shocked me. Apparently there are STILL people out there who think that it is an abomination for two people of the same sex to have children. Maybe I'm naive, but it honestly surprised me.
Maybe it surprised me that anyone could feel that way because I can't imagine any better circumstances to be born into than to be a twin born to Neil Patrick Harris. Those kids are going to have the best lullabies and bedtime stories that any kid ever had. They will never want for anything. They get to have play dates with Alyson Hannigan and Alexis Denisof's kids. And, most importantly, they have two dads who clearly love them and wanted them very much. Same sex couples don't accidentally get pregnant-- when they have kids, they are absolutely wanted kids. And that is an absolutely beautiful thing.
Plus, the mere fact that Neil Patrick Harris exists and is such a talented, beloved celebrity should remove any suspicion that God hates gay people. God has clearly blessed that man, and I, for one, thank Him for it. I think little Gideon and Harper will too.
And anyone who thinks that heterosexual parents don't have the potential to screw up their kids' lives needs a good hard dose of reality. Come to my workplace for a day.
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