As many of you out there likely expected, my college has yielded heavy resistance to the Christian worldview.
I knew what to expect because I was told about it (and I’ve audited classes with my sister when she went to the big state university). But I didn’t really know what it would be like until now.
I’ve developed a way to “disagree with style” (as I jokingly told my English teacher today, who was forcing us all to comment on that degenerate Emerson). For example, whenever I use “he” as a generic pronoun, I note (in parenthesis) that this is the Christian-Correct and Westernly-Correct usage, which, I’m sure she will not find amusing. But arguments offered with grace and humor are hard to get upset about.
I argued with her a few days back, over the role of the Southern Agrarians in forming the western canon. She claimed a bunch of evil white men from Vanderbilt, forced an artificial listing of books on the rest of us, and we po’ folk had no choice but to accept it. Apparently, this list is very anglo-centric and anti-female (to the shock of the young, whorishly-clad ladies in the room). I doubt she suspected someone in the class not only know who the Southern Agrarians were, but was a passionate disciple! The rest of the class was left clueless and wondering where this guy, with the hick-accent, came from.
Stylish opposition isn’t always possible however. Seems like my Western Civ class is going to be a hot-bed of apologetic arguments. I’m not very well versed in ancient history, and I’m even worse off for holding to a young Earth position. Try searching for books on the internet that provide a brief survey of Western history (specifically, ancient near-eastern history) from a Christian perspective. There are virtually none. I’ve found one home school curriculum from Answers in Genesis on Ancient History. Then there is Bill Cooper, the lay genealogist who promotes interesting (though highly-controversial) historical theories. I couldn’t very well cite Cooper as a source. I’d be laughed at (more so than I already am, in that class).
Plus, there is a cadre of teenagers in the back, who talk like the average atheist monsters I encounter in various web-forums and chatrooms across the internet. They have no regard for Christianity and have taken their thrones as Satan’s vice regents. They don’t have a clue what’s about to hit them; my as-of-yet unrevealed apologetic prowess is a guilty pleasure keeping me motivated in the suffocating academic environment.
On a related note, most of the girls at college are whores. But there is one that’s caught my eye. She’s a beautiful little blond in the back of my English class. Shy, but proud. She wore real-tree camo to school today (which is a weakness of mine). On other days, she wears Future Farmers of America apparel. She has a sweet southern accent and we find each other generally agreeable. I’ve struck up a few conversations with her, and I can attest to her genuine whiteness (especially: her genuine southern appeal) but there’s a glaring problem which causes me to present the situation to the blogging audience.
Her parents have given her the name of a negress. (I’ll not type it here, in the odd chance the poor girl finds this blog, but I hope you all trust me enough to take my word for this. If I were to speak of her, telling you nothing but her name, you’d think I was talking about a negress).
I recall reading a post by Vanishing American sometime back, lamenting the trendy practice of giving white children negro names, but I have never experienced it in real life until now. Not even in my 10 years of military life, did I encounter this (and in the military, you meet hundreds of people from all locales).
It’s very disagreeable.
What say you, denizens of the net?