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kitewithfishSo the Tibetology test ended literally with the professor asking me what grade I wanted. Apparently, the format all along was not to orally answer his question, but to pose an interesting one of your own. I'm religion major: I can navel gaze and pontificate with best of them.
As it was, I posed a question about the relationship (which the professor mentioned specifically in class on the second day) of the Bon-po "Out of darkness came a great white light" creation myth with the Persian creation myth of the same style. He was happy to talk about it for five minutes. Then I pulled out another one about the possible comparisons of the Dead Sea Scrolls to the "hidden treasures" tradition in Bon-po, wherein "ancient texts" are "found" and then integrated into the canon literature. This is stuff I literally thought of that morning, and he was really pleased to talk about both topics and research them later on his own. Huzzah, I am apparently a smarty pants once more. (Though I must admit, I took little pleasure in it: It was rather one sided, and I had some ideas.)
Afterwards I went and closed my bank account and flirted with the bank guy who wanted to practice his English. He had a distressingly trimmed mustached- though spanning the entire length of his upper lip, it had been carefully narrowed from the top down to about half the width it clearly wanted to grow. Rather cute overall, but the mustache. Ick.
Upon arriving home, I was told I could not walk on the floor of my corridor to get to my room until 3pm. The floor needed to be resurfaced. It was *annoying*, but I went out , had coffee, bought a nice shirt which I intend to wear while traveling as I need comfy things which will keep me cool and not wrinkle, and wrote part or all of Day 2's bit. That will be posted in a bit, as I need to type it up.
During all this, I managed to get some slight sunburn on my face and shoulders. I was not amused. I also clearly need to replace my backpack again, as it begins to fall apart more with each day. It will make it home alright, but it will take some doing.
One more final and I am done, done, done with these things for ever and for good. Life is sweet.
Random note: I have a growing and persuasive desire to use the phrase "Be ruled by me in this" on some occasion. I know not what it shall be, but it shall come.
As it was, I posed a question about the relationship (which the professor mentioned specifically in class on the second day) of the Bon-po "Out of darkness came a great white light" creation myth with the Persian creation myth of the same style. He was happy to talk about it for five minutes. Then I pulled out another one about the possible comparisons of the Dead Sea Scrolls to the "hidden treasures" tradition in Bon-po, wherein "ancient texts" are "found" and then integrated into the canon literature. This is stuff I literally thought of that morning, and he was really pleased to talk about both topics and research them later on his own. Huzzah, I am apparently a smarty pants once more. (Though I must admit, I took little pleasure in it: It was rather one sided, and I had some ideas.)
Afterwards I went and closed my bank account and flirted with the bank guy who wanted to practice his English. He had a distressingly trimmed mustached- though spanning the entire length of his upper lip, it had been carefully narrowed from the top down to about half the width it clearly wanted to grow. Rather cute overall, but the mustache. Ick.
Upon arriving home, I was told I could not walk on the floor of my corridor to get to my room until 3pm. The floor needed to be resurfaced. It was *annoying*, but I went out , had coffee, bought a nice shirt which I intend to wear while traveling as I need comfy things which will keep me cool and not wrinkle, and wrote part or all of Day 2's bit. That will be posted in a bit, as I need to type it up.
During all this, I managed to get some slight sunburn on my face and shoulders. I was not amused. I also clearly need to replace my backpack again, as it begins to fall apart more with each day. It will make it home alright, but it will take some doing.
One more final and I am done, done, done with these things for ever and for good. Life is sweet.
Random note: I have a growing and persuasive desire to use the phrase "Be ruled by me in this" on some occasion. I know not what it shall be, but it shall come.
