Hello, oh Blog of mine...
It's been too long. How have you been? I've missed you!
I wish I had more noteworthy news to report, but aside from a brief trip to the 'Burgh and some massive panic in the classwork area, I haven't been up to too much. The world is moving at a regular pace; alas, my pace is slightly slower. I am behind in just about every subject but lunch.
I'm enjoying my classes. One minor irritant is the way other students treat me. I am somewhat of a bumbling fool, given to rambling about topics, creating projects that border on overkill, and buttering up my teachers. In my own eyes, of course, I am merely engaging in the material and registering excitement and enthusiasm that I actually get to be here, and to learn, and to be the best teacher I can be. I give a big ole FU to the classmates who don't get what I'm about. Actually, it's more of a "You'll See" than an FU, becuase I was in their shoes at one point. I've done my share of sneering at the non-trads. I never realized that they were laughing right back at the folly of my youth.
Don't get me wrong; my classmates like me (I think). But they're babies, and they don't understand the value of what they're doing. What happened to me will happen to some of them: they will cruise through their early twenties, convinced that they've figured it all out. Then, quite suddenly and without advanced warning, they will be in their early thirties and they will realize that they *had no freaking clue about anything*. So they'll go back to college and do it all again, and make the right choices this time (like actually going to class, investing in their own learning, and listening to their professors.
And some twenty-year-old will be making fun of them. Is it wrong of me to want to be there when that happens?
In the immortal words of the grumpy neighbor in It's a Wonderful Life, "Youth is wasted on the wrong people."
I wish I had more noteworthy news to report, but aside from a brief trip to the 'Burgh and some massive panic in the classwork area, I haven't been up to too much. The world is moving at a regular pace; alas, my pace is slightly slower. I am behind in just about every subject but lunch.
I'm enjoying my classes. One minor irritant is the way other students treat me. I am somewhat of a bumbling fool, given to rambling about topics, creating projects that border on overkill, and buttering up my teachers. In my own eyes, of course, I am merely engaging in the material and registering excitement and enthusiasm that I actually get to be here, and to learn, and to be the best teacher I can be. I give a big ole FU to the classmates who don't get what I'm about. Actually, it's more of a "You'll See" than an FU, becuase I was in their shoes at one point. I've done my share of sneering at the non-trads. I never realized that they were laughing right back at the folly of my youth.
Don't get me wrong; my classmates like me (I think). But they're babies, and they don't understand the value of what they're doing. What happened to me will happen to some of them: they will cruise through their early twenties, convinced that they've figured it all out. Then, quite suddenly and without advanced warning, they will be in their early thirties and they will realize that they *had no freaking clue about anything*. So they'll go back to college and do it all again, and make the right choices this time (like actually going to class, investing in their own learning, and listening to their professors.
And some twenty-year-old will be making fun of them. Is it wrong of me to want to be there when that happens?
In the immortal words of the grumpy neighbor in It's a Wonderful Life, "Youth is wasted on the wrong people."
posted by Tierant at Tuesday, October 04, 2005
3 Comments:
Wow, I have to admit I don't have anything as witty to say as Anonymous did -- and boy, I'd definitely use Blog Spam to plug my novel, what a great idea! -- but I wanted to say,
Tier, of course the other students hate you. You're supposed to be quiet and half-hung over, not engaged and intelligent. Didn't you get the memo?
Mind you, if you keep on at this pace, you'll be the crazy old woman in the nursing home saying to the young 70-year old whippersnappers, "You'll see! When you're my age and have the benefit of my wisdom, you'll understand how much you're just not getting right now."
I, being substantially younger than you, will placate them with prune-laced brownies and prevent tiernacide in the solarium.
Thank me later.
I'm a little disappointed that it wasn't porn...
Prune-laced brownies, girl? You are losing your edge.
Well, the really dirty nasty porn action comes *After* the prune laced brownies, but I wasn't going to mention *that* in a classy place like *this*
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