Your life and my life are filled with the routine of a caveman: although it is a simplicity that most older people envy, in reality only the ones living it can speak of the harshness that accompanies that simplicity. The routine is unbroken for most of the year, with the exception of those little snippets of time with our families allowing for a glimpse at life away from college. That is, until you graduate. Then you hone your skills at studying and scheduling to the kind of edge that only razors embrace, with the metal gasping at the sight of how truly powerful the student mind actually is at full tilt.
-I. M. Wamocha
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I wrote that when I was in school.
I can't fucking stand school.
School for me was the last place I ever wanted to be.
My mom, when I told her this, told me that she knew. I asked her why she didn't say anything, and she just shrugged her shoulders.
When I was in school, it was like being compressed by large weights all day. I was depressed, lonely, surrounded by people that I didn't like and totally unchallenged by the classes I was taking. In the end, the frustration made me rebel and I paid for it.
My family, the eternally damned to fecundity, responded with "Why didn't you just make perfect grades and hurry up to finish if you were so bored?"
They were probably right. I should have just stuck through it.
Or maybe they were wrong.
Any guesses?
My cousin actually had the nuts to rebel against his peers and actually tell me that if he was in the same position he was in at my age (30 years ago) he would have done what he loves instead of just settling. He's the same age as my mom, but he swore me to secrecy.
Secret's out, I guess.
i be verbally advanced not designed to make you dance but enhance your frame of thought the football i never caught wasn’t inclined athletically creator needed me to express myself aesthetically theoretically i got the souls of 10,000 griots resting in me they keep blessing me and pressing me to make ya’ll feel shit distinguish the real shit from the mass appeal shit and if that’s the deal shit… i can keep flowin’ - Black Ice
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1 comments:
My mother just told me to clean my room. Nine more months. Just nine months and I can go to off to wherever I choose for school.
I've never really had this dilemma. For me, the incredibly boring and expensive school experience is leading to a job I love.
School only works for smart people when you're interested in what you're learning and the professor is bright and interested enough to figure out how to challenge you - this is rare.
If you can't stand school, and you know you can do what you need to do without going, then why go? It probably will make life easier, but if you don't need it and you have the guts to think outside of the 'degree-wife-1.5kid-50kjob-suburban house' life, then why participate in it? I'm exaggerating a bit, and I don't see you as someone who buys into bullshit, but you get my point - it's "normal", it's easy, but it's not necessary.
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