I remember in history class, which I never much liked, we learned about how hard workers fought for the eight hour workday.

Thinking back to that... they used to work what, twelve to sixteen hours? Something like that daily? Probably more, actually? My estimates are probably pretty conservative, and I'm too tired/lazy to open a new tab to Google it.

I'm in a better mood than I was yesterday, but I'm still tired. I've been tired for the past... I dunno, four or five days. For a reason I can't quite identify, I've also had a lingering headache for two or three of those days. Blah.

Today I spent fourteen hours at school. :( My day went thusly:

8:15 - 9:20 AM: Astronomy
-Walked over to the Environmental Science Center while it was drizzling
9:whatever - 12:15 PM: Read my Astronomy textbook until ES Guy showed up, then talked about various things with him. We discussed money and its symbolism and significance in our society, date rape, our respective horoscopes, and books...
-Walked to Oceanography
12:20 - 1:15 PM: Oceanography. We talked about coastlines and watched a beach get built up in a wave tank. It was creepy.
1:20 - 3:05 PM: Anthropology. We had a test today, which asked us to... name family relationships... it had sort of a family tree, with each member designated by a shape (and all the shapes were numbered), and we had to write down how each member was related to Ego, or the point of reference in this case. Apparently we were supposed to write stuff like "cousin" and "mother" and "sister" I guess? I was worried it wasn't supposed to be that easy. X|
3:whatever - 3:50 PM: Spent wandering around, looking up the lyrics for "This Is My Life" by Shirley Bassey, and reading Time magazine in the library.
4 - 10 PM: Optional meeting for the school literary magazine. First we voted on art submissions, then around 6 PM we started wrapping that up and moved to another area on campus to discuss and vote on poetry/fiction/creative nonfiction. Originally I had planned to leave at 8, but... yeah. That didn't happen.

If fourteen hours of being at school makes me this tired, I hate to think of how I would have fared during the industrial revolution.

Considering my heritage though, I doubt I would have been working in a factory. I might have been raising children/taking care of household matters/sewing clothes for extra income... It's possible my feet would have been bound (ew).

Well my life would have sucked either way. Apparently one of my female ancestors, before she moved to Hawaii to be with her arranged husband, had bound feet (they weren't poor, so they could afford to bind the feet of the females) and a number designation rather than a name. She fell into a well and was stuck down there for a few days before she managed to get out. Nobody came looking for her because nobody cared. My dad couldn't remember if someone eventually discovered her and rescued her or if she somehow climbed out despite her physical handicap (pain for beauty...).

That incident is possibly what turned her life around. Once in Hawaii, she was an extremely hard worker. She would make a jacket or other article of clothing every day to bring in an extra twenty five to fifty cents. All her life she was terrified of being sent back to China, so she saved up the money she made so that if her husband ever said they were having financial troubles and that he would have to send her back, she could pull out her stash to show him that things were actually okay and he could keep her there.

Oh, I also found out recently that I'm probably not actually full Cantonese. There's most likely some Mandarin on my mom's side. Of course, I don't care either way, since I dislike China regardless, but it was sort of a surprise since I've been under the impression that I was pure Cantonese my entire life.

So yeah, there's a little peek into my roots.

Working an 8 hour shift at a job that's boring is tiring. Working a 16 hour shift at a job that's boring is even more draining. Even though school has a bit of a variety compared to certain jobs, being anywhere for 14+ hours can be draining. Even if you're having fun.

I never fully understood the whole bound feet thing... I mean, I understand that it was supposed to be a beauty thing/symbol of power and money, but I just don't get why women would go through that. Perhaps its because of how opinionated women are today that I just wouldn't understand. Still, it's interesting how different things are from even 50 years ago.
» LostSoul13 on 2011-06-02 03:42:30

There was a divot in the hill, I hit it, panicked, braked, and flew.
» ikimashokie on 2011-06-02 09:28:08

tl dr
» undisputed on 2011-06-02 07:57:59

ten�dril (tndrl)
n.
1. A twisting, threadlike structure by which a twining plant, such as a grape or cucumber, grasps an object or a plant for support.
2. Something, such as a ringlet of hair, that is long, slender, and curling.
» undisputed on 2011-06-02 07:58:07

why didnt you like history class
» undisputed on 2011-06-02 07:58:17

what did you guys talk about when you discussed date rape? not to toot my own horn, but im sorta an expert.

no not that way
» undisputed on 2011-06-02 07:58:52

and that's a pretty amazing story about your ancestor
» undisputed on 2011-06-02 08:00:16

I'm reading them by issue
not by book. I'm World's End, though. I don't plan on getting into the Death spinoffs unless I get bored, though.
» middaymoon on 2011-06-03 12:19:14

Most of them have been scanned online. :)
» middaymoon on 2011-06-03 12:48:30

A majority of the wild animals that come in to PAWS are either orphaned or injured. Either way a concoction of rehabilitating foods/vitamins/medications are given to each animal to rehabilitate them so that they can be, eventually, released back in to the wild.

Eek, piercing ears is a lot less torturous compared to breaking bones. But I guess they did what they had to do back in those times.
» LostSoul13 on 2011-06-03 02:01:05

Questionably questionable
It's not like I'm printing them out, downloading them, or anything. I may as well be borrowing them from a friend. I think the sketchiness comes in when I try to keep a copy for myself.
» middaymoon on 2011-06-04 01:43:16

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