here's to university. jkjkjk.

I understand the idea of University, but the more time I spend in it, the less I understand University itself.

They think.
I was chatting with my friend Naomi a few weeks ago and she mourned the fact that she's spent the last three years learning "background stuff" and now, in her final year, is beginning to find her major truly interesting because she's beginning to really specialize. It's like some University trick to con inquisitive students to pursuing a Master's in hopes of, you know, learning something.

I was talking to my inlaws on the weekend, and they suggested that come graduation, I de-program my mind. Allusions to brainwashing? I think so.

My parents think it's just fantastic that I pursued a piece of paper, because it should lead to lots of, well, paper. Cash money bling bling.

I think.
And me? I wish I cut the cord at third year. Remind me what the title "honours" will achieve again? I don't plan on teaching or pursuing more education but I guess you never know.

Today I have an exam, or as John reminds me, simply a midterm. A three hour long midterm. About other people's ideas. And bonus marks if I throw in a few of my own. (An exam.)

Let me sum up my thesis for you:

8 people we have studied have grandiose ideas about how to structure society. None of them will ever work.

We all think?
University is a pool of students learning that everybody is wrong, including - no, especially - them. My main skill on leaving is to learning to play Devil's advocate, and how to discern which classes are worth skipping, which main points are worth highlighting, and how to use a calendar.