It was definitely hard studying it and for the first class, I think I cried 3-4 times and had a religious crisis. Not because I didn’t know about WWII/The Holocaust already, but because there was so much more I didn’t know and it was so, so much worse than public school tells us.
As for how I did it, my university has a Holocaust studies center and program and if you took 15 hours (or 5 classes) of Holocaust related classes and wrote a 10-15 page paper, you got a certificate that basically says you were a class or two short from having a minor in this field.
To cope, you sort of have to turn your heart off, I guess? The visuals were the worst for me so I stayed away from documentaries and I had to close my eyes, etc. Eventually, it just becomes another part of history and you deal, but yeah, that first class was balls.
I chose it because it’s always fascinated me and the Holocaust/WWII Germany has a lot of interesting philosophical/moral/ethical/humanity-esque things to study about it. Tons and tons of psychology and sociological aspects to look into. I also was realizing how fucked I got in public school with my education and how much more college teaches you and wanted to know what I was missing in this area (Hint: It was a lottttt).
So, yeah, that’s it, basically. I’m currently finishing my certification with a Representation of the Holocaust class where we evaluate the validity/problems in various forms of Holocaust media—books, documentaries, art, poetry, movies, et al.
If you have any questions, I’m more than willing to answer!! And I definitely recommend you check out your university’s (or future university’s) program and see if there is a similar course.
I’m an intern for The Center for Values in Medicine, Science, and Technology on the UT Dallas campus!
The conference focuses on values/ethics/morals of health care and medicine and science.
man, anon, this is just lovely. thank you so much. *kisses forehead*
Man, anon, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m really sorry I skimped out on your ask but I answered quite a few and I could feel my writing getting not so good.
I’m really sorry but there’s only so many I can do at once, you know?
He teases her, drags it out. He keeps her boxed in between the door and his arms and nuzzles at her cheek and neck and keeps his lips just out of reach. His nose brushes hers and she huffs and hums and growls.
He grins, all shit-eating and smug. “What?”
She narrows her eyes and takes matters into her own hands, literally. She sneaks her hands up to cup the back of his neck and brings his lips to meet hers.
It’s an ignition of years of lingering looks and loaded touches and too many close calls. They step into the kiss and nip at each other’s lips, determined to make their first kiss leave a mark on the other.
Their first kiss is good, but when they pull away breathless, she grins at him, “I think we can do better than that.”
He grins and brushes his lips against hers, “I think so too.”
He spoke certainly, cautiously, “What do you think would happen to us if we, I don’t know, fancied the same girl? You think we’d still be friends?”
Ron laughed at him and bit into his pasty, “Harry, that’s never going to happen! We have different tastes! Unless you’ve suddenly developed a thing for Hermione, we’ll always be best mates!”
Harry laughed nervously, dread settling into the bottom of his stomach, “Hermione, heh, right…”
Colin blushed as Bradley’s arms came up from behind him to wrap around his waist. He sighed and leaned back into his future husband’s embrace.
“You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding!”
Bradley rolled his eyes and brushed his lips against the crook of Colin’s neck. “Just checking on you. Don’t want you to think you’re supposed to be getting ready for a show or something. No feathers!” He nipped playfully at Colin’s throat.
Colin turned in his arms and smiled, “Please, the feathers are for after you prat.”
The Doctor could feel a headache coming on, right between his eyes, as she continued shouting at the world. Finally, he had enough. He slapped a hand over her mouth and watched as her eyes simultaneously widened then narrowed.
“Do you ever stop talking?”
She glared and he watched her jaw work for a moment before he leapt back, shaking his hand. He stared from his palm to her smug face.
“Y-you licked me!”
She poked her tongue out at him. “Serves you right, bloody big-eared alien.”
The wind blew fiercely around them, kicking up clumps of snow and flinging them at his back and legs and arms. He pulled his coat tighter around him and grumbled to himself, “Hate the bloody snow.”
A wet splat landed neatly between his shoulder blades and Jon spun around. Ygritte was behind him, looking excessively innocent.
He growled, “Ygritte. Really, we aren’t children, you know.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Jon Snow, you are simply upset because I thought to absolutely pelt you with snow first.”
He woke up sore, his back littered with scratch marks and his neck peppered with dark marks.
The Staff of Moses, which they had been sent to recover, was missing from the safe they had locked it in before falling into bed together.
He fell back onto the bed with a sharp laugh, “Well played, love. Well played.”
“I don’t get why you love this show, Rose,” the Doctor scoffed, smiling warmly as Rose looped her arm through his.
Rose stopped, “It’s a story about a man who is misunderstood, who has been through a lot of pain in his life, but finds a way to love deeply anyway, Doctor. What’s not to like?”
SVU was my first ‘grown up’ TV show. I started watching when I was about 9 or so. I didn’t understand a lot of what was happening, but I fell in love with Olivia Benson. I had never seen a character like her before and I was hooked.
All I knew was that there was this super kick-ass woman on my television who could arrest the bad guys and get up in their faces and call them bad names and then turn around and cry for little kids and people who got hurt.
The only other female character I was watching at the time was Xena. And, as much as Xena is kick-ass, I remember thinking, Xena doesn’t cry that much and Xena isn’t really a girl and I was really confused. Plus, Olivia dressed like me and was ‘real.’ I knew Xena was fake (shh don’t look at me I was 9)
And then, of course, as I got older I realized what the show was about and I felt sad but kind of glad that this sort of stuff was streaming into people’s houses because people shouldn’t forget.
So, long story short, I started watching when I was 9 because Disney shows and cartoons weren’t entertaining me anymore and I flicked it on and was like, “Hey, this is cool! AND WOAH LOOK AT THIS CHICK. OH, and look at that hot dude, hellllooo. And, hey, why don’t those two attractive people kiss?”
I admit, I left the show a little bit when Chris left. I don’t deal well with change (don’t even talk to me and my brief divorce with CI and my decision to not watch any of the eps where Goren/Eames weren’t the detectives). And when I heard how great the show was, I marathoned 2 seasons in one weekend and got all caught up!
Oh man, I’m so glad you’re enjoying. I’ve been saying I’ll have PoA done for a while now, but life and school and whatnot have been piling up.
I have a HPCoS meta here!
However, after Thursday, I’ll be free for a while so I’ll try and get PoA up and going!
Man, I just need you to keep kicking me in the butt to get it done!
OKAY IT’S GONNA BE AN ORGY WITH JENSEN ACKLES, MISHA COLLINS, AND VICKI VANTOCH (I WANT A HOMEGIRL WHO KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING)
THAT’S IT. THAT’S THE LIST.
ALTERNATIVELY, I WOULD ACCEPT CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON ONE-ON-ONE.
The better question, dear sweet anon, is what ships don’t I have.
i mean, those are the ones off the top of my head. the only ship i don’t really sail is jon/ygritte, but it’s more like i’m indifferent to them than outright opposition….