Teaching is over at UWA. We’re currently doing revision classes for exams in a few weeks, and it’s nice to see that my studying efforts are paying off. Concepts which frustrated me weeks before are now starting to make sense, and questions which I once found difficult now unfold nicely in front of me. I’m amazed at how much the unit has shrunk in size since the beginning of semester, but not that surprised as geology was exactly the same last year.
I sit at the front by myself just as I have for the whole semester, except for the odd straggler to class who takes the nearest available seat, which suits me just fine. The rest of the mature age students take up the rows behind me and then everyone else. My lecturer is throwing up example questions for us to figure out as a group. Confused muttering ensues behind me when he prompts us for a solution. I’ve got the answer figured out in front me, and after a few failed attempts by other students I finally speak up:
“It’s zinc positive two.”
"It’s zinc. Positive two.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because an atom with 30 protons will have an atomic number of 30, making it zinc. Twenty eight electrons makes it blah blah blah..”
I’ve mentioned before that I’m an introvert. There’s a perfectly good reason why I am in general a very shy person who doesn’t like to draw attention to himself. It’s not necessarily a bad thing so to speak, but it does prevent me from confidently reinforcing my knowledge in situations like that by proudly proclaiming I’m right. Similarly I think it also holds me back from participating in a lot of activities that I think I would enjoy.
I’ve been toying with the idea of fursuiting lately, chatting with a few folks about it, tossing around a few ideas of what I’d like to do eventually. I particularly like the common aspect I hear about it being a very liberating experience because of the ‘barrier’ that the suit creates between the wearer and the environment around them. Then I came across this post
and I figured yeah, this is something I’d like to try!
And then I read the comments.
And I think cripes, this sounds awful
It seems to pop up every time I start to talk about suiting. A culture of taboos, Do’s and Do Not’s. And what starts out as a fun curiosity all of a sudden becomes terribly intimidating to contemplate trying. Oddly enough the very thing I want to do in order to feel less self conscious about myself, is making me feel more
self conscious about myself!
And so hilariously I contemplate just doing it in private. At which I point I file the idea under ‘Maybe not for me.’