The Biannual, Semesterly Rant (Spring 2011)

Welcome to my Biannual, Semesterly Rant.  I engage in such a dialog about once a semester usually around the middle of the semester.  Sometimes you will read about my discontent but that is not the same as the Biannual, Semesterly Rant, which is far more exasperated than other posts.

Professors often have this notion of taking a student, melting them down to their basic elements and rebuilding them to make something better.  Usually they use metal in this metaphor.  The problem with this is… you can only melt things down so many times before you end up with NOTHING. Honestly let’s take the metaphor of metal.  You can only harden steel so many times before it becomes so hard that it breaks.  If you melt it down you can lose some of it main properties.    So the more these people attempt to mold us to be “better” we end up losing things (usually our sanity and faith in the human race).  Ok, something may be better to not have hanging around, but honestly how many times do they expect you to start from scratch?

 Each class they want to you think like them, but not like them… and then they tell the students who are only half way doing the work that they are doing a great job.  Does this make the person a natural?  A natural at everything? So if we follow this logic in order to do better, we should stop trying.  Is this sound teaching?   Hmmm…. me thinks not.  

Also then you get the whole ‘well I am just wanting you to question things’.  Yeah, I have been questioning a lot of things but they have nothing to do with the universe, or the concepts of equality in the modern world.  They do, however, manage to make 

we ask ‘why am I here’, though I really don’t think it’s in the manor that the philosophers and the theologians usually meant.  I have spent hundreds and thousands of dollars to be told that I am not as good as a slacker and that I should think like every professor, but not like the other professors.  Great and here my parents have lied to me all my life that I should try to be myself.  Haha!  The world makes some much sense now, and conformity strikes again.  

Ah, thank you world and I feel better.  As you were.