So my actual full year of university is coming to an end and I'm already losing faith in the whole education system. Sometimes I sit in my room trying to compose an essay or write something and I keep thinking to myself, Why? Where is my life going? Why am I still in school when I don't believe in this whole education experience? The root of education comes from the Latin word "educat" which means to "lead out." Well, not only am I not being lead, but I have a desire to lead instead. Also, I don't find that I'm learning at all. Really, education is all about lead learning but how do you learn when all you do is regurgitate information, listen to professors drone all day, and feel as if the only thing you're contributing to the educational system is a body in a chair and money? Well, as far as actual studies. Outside of that, my writers' group is thriving and we've recruited a lot of new members none of which seem to show up to the meetings but that's a whole different matter entirely.
Back to my main point, honestly, I feel I could teach some of my classes far better than my professors. Concerning? I think so! I think it's worse to sit in a classroom and learn that not only do you not need this course but you could teach the subject matter better. It's better to be a sheep than a sheep who thinks and knows they can lead the whole herd.
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I don't know when i wrote the above but I have to agree with myself. Education is not doing much for me. Actually, quite frankly, not much is. I find that work is more entertaining than my life outside of it. I mean, let's think about this: my sister's at McGill, my friends are either in British Columbia or outside of Toronto, and I mostly sit at home. Yes, I work out (occasional bike rides down to the waterfront which need to become more consecutive) and try to not spend my whole day sitting but that seems to be what I do. I want an interesting life with fun and excitement, not some boring one where every day seems to be a repeat of the last one. "Same Shit, Different Day." That T-shirt would look good on me.
I think one of these things that would help me is if I had my own place. But I find though that it's quite stupid to have your own place in the same city where your parents live. It's like someone offering to drive you down to New York. You could take the bus and waste more money, but why would you decline common courtesy especially when you have a live person to talk to rather than some listening device or a book? Plus, you're usually lonely on a bus. Actually, that's my mother's argument: that I would be lonely if I lived alone. Well, as contradictory as that reads, I disagree. I think living on my own would be grand. I was talking to a guy at work today who said he's so happy that he's living alone. I mean, you have so much freedom and you can do whatever you want. Stay up late and there's not one to really boss you around. I mean, I'm 21 and have quite a lot of freedom in my house, but I still thinking renting an apartment would be worthwhile. But I wouldn't live here. But then again, maybe I would. I found that when I was back in Kelowna, I made friends quite easily, and living by myself was simply the best. Maybe if I was far enough away from my parents in Toronto, I would be satisfied. But then, if I went to York, I would just be shooting myself in the foot. You know that old cliché: "hit two birds with one stone"? Well, I'm the bird and two stones are being flung at me, knocking me out.
It doesn't seem I'm going back to U.B.C.O. and since I've already made it into the Creative Writing Program at York, I probably should just accept that I'm living in good ol' T.O. for now.
Still, it would be nice to have my own place. If only I had roommates.
Back to my main point, honestly, I feel I could teach some of my classes far better than my professors. Concerning? I think so! I think it's worse to sit in a classroom and learn that not only do you not need this course but you could teach the subject matter better. It's better to be a sheep than a sheep who thinks and knows they can lead the whole herd.
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I don't know when i wrote the above but I have to agree with myself. Education is not doing much for me. Actually, quite frankly, not much is. I find that work is more entertaining than my life outside of it. I mean, let's think about this: my sister's at McGill, my friends are either in British Columbia or outside of Toronto, and I mostly sit at home. Yes, I work out (occasional bike rides down to the waterfront which need to become more consecutive) and try to not spend my whole day sitting but that seems to be what I do. I want an interesting life with fun and excitement, not some boring one where every day seems to be a repeat of the last one. "Same Shit, Different Day." That T-shirt would look good on me.
I think one of these things that would help me is if I had my own place. But I find though that it's quite stupid to have your own place in the same city where your parents live. It's like someone offering to drive you down to New York. You could take the bus and waste more money, but why would you decline common courtesy especially when you have a live person to talk to rather than some listening device or a book? Plus, you're usually lonely on a bus. Actually, that's my mother's argument: that I would be lonely if I lived alone. Well, as contradictory as that reads, I disagree. I think living on my own would be grand. I was talking to a guy at work today who said he's so happy that he's living alone. I mean, you have so much freedom and you can do whatever you want. Stay up late and there's not one to really boss you around. I mean, I'm 21 and have quite a lot of freedom in my house, but I still thinking renting an apartment would be worthwhile. But I wouldn't live here. But then again, maybe I would. I found that when I was back in Kelowna, I made friends quite easily, and living by myself was simply the best. Maybe if I was far enough away from my parents in Toronto, I would be satisfied. But then, if I went to York, I would just be shooting myself in the foot. You know that old cliché: "hit two birds with one stone"? Well, I'm the bird and two stones are being flung at me, knocking me out.
It doesn't seem I'm going back to U.B.C.O. and since I've already made it into the Creative Writing Program at York, I probably should just accept that I'm living in good ol' T.O. for now.
Still, it would be nice to have my own place. If only I had roommates.