So loud I am deaf

Paraphrased:

Deaf people have the tendency to be louder due to the fact they can't hear their own sounds they create and regulate them.

I have to agree to disagree.

In truth, it's infinitely simple-minded to place the blame on deafness squarely. Plenty of neighbors commonly called the police on young hearing college students or hearing music groups for noise disturbance or noise pollution far more recurringly than someone thought. Even so, at times, the noise or music was brain-numbing blatantly loud that we couldn't hear our own sounds. Some hosts hadn't bother to regulate or supervise them either. I'm a hearing college student. I'm also a ΚΚΓ (Kappa Kappa Gamma) sister, thus the party is part of my life. I acknowledged the similar problems in hearing college parties, nightclubs and local concerts which led to wide complaints from the neighbors.

Conjointly, some country hicks at my university had some tales of discourteous hearing hunters whom were unable to demonstrate their civil manners by hunting some animals proximate to their houses in ungodly hours. The neighbors had called the sheriffs on them now and then.

Thereafter, it's not solely a Deaf-bias problem. We all have to take care of not pursuing the reductio ad absurdum argument. The bottom line is the noise problem adamantly rely on obnoxious people. Deafness incontrovertibly don't own a patent on obnoxiousness. Deafness or hearing has nothing to do with obnoxiousness. It never has. It never will.


On other subject, this afternoon with the professor was expressly spookish. I can't get my brain around the conference I had with the professor. I was all Condi Rice-like ready and challenged him diplomatically and psychologically. The aftermath of our last summer debate weighed heavily on my mind but I held it well.

As I was taught by my father, in every battle or war there's always an unforeseeable flaw or obstacle. Thus, to my astoundment, the professor conceded to me with his own arguments without my sayings in it. Beforehand, I was giddied about making some disagreement but he...just disputed his last Friday remark. Thereafter, he offered me an apology for his discordant remark. When he said that, I had to asked him in playful tone, "Who are you? What did you do to yourself?". I just had to because he wasn't what he was. He chuckled at the comment I made. Still perturbed, I asked him what made him dispute his own statement inasmuch as the way he lashed out at me last Friday. On a logical level, it didn't make sense. He abruptly replied, "Let's just say...that a black cat crossed my path. It made me muse over my juvenile assertion". What the? He is a Sociologly professor and I daresay he's good at it but a superstitious Sociologist? That's phenomenally unheard of. Doubtlessly, something happened, I pondered. Given my persistent character, I asked again, but he cut me off with a word "Shoo" in an barely noticeable annoyed tone. I took it that he was readily annoyed and was going to reconsider his decision of offering me an apology. Needless to say, I left his class with a farewell, "Yes sir. See you tomorrow and have a nice day."

Stunningly, I leaned my back against the wall outside of the classroom and pondered. There was some meaning to that remark, "a black cat crossed my path". At this very moment, I still couldn't decode the riddle in his comment.

A superstitious Sociologist? It's incredible. I'll extend our conference in a new post the next day. I got a feeling that I'm bound to find out. You could say that it's a woman's intuition.

My gmail account is still inaccessible. (Sigh.)