Today, as I was walking out of History class, a poor kid asked, “so are you finished for the day?” He had NO idea what he had just asked. In his defense, he had NO idea what kind of life I led. Rather than demoralize him by giving my whole life’s story, I paused and took a deep breath, while also deliberately brushing my hair away from my face with my LEFT hand. After the set-up, I finally responded by saying, “I’m finished here, but NOW is when my REAL life begins.” He laughed nervously while trying to determine what this meant. I told him to have a great day and then he watched me walk briskly to my awaiting minivan decorated with sports stickers and filled with a booster seat, soccer balls, and football gear….maybe he got it then….or if I’m really lucky maybe he thought I borrowed my mom’s car! 😉
First, let me say I love college…I really do, however, I am growing frustrated by the large amount of people in my classes who just don’t care.
Uh-Oh! Brian you may have to cut me off from Starbucks. I guess it’s time to find a new library. ❤ WL (with love)
“Colleges are a lot like old-age homes; except for the fact that more people die in colleges…”
I certainly understand the thought Bob Dylan is trying to convey with this statement. He is proposing that while in college, students lose their spirit. This can happen for many reasons. However, in spite of this, I believe Mr. Dylan intends for us to conclude that somewhere along the way a teacher has discouraged his students or caused them to give up, resulting in the symbolic deaths of many. He may be right. However, I personally have not experienced this. Perhaps I have been on the fortunate end of the spectrum. Most of the professors I have had challenge me to be an individual and to think for myself. Or maybe, it’s not about the teachers at all?! Maybe, it is more about the outlook I have as a student. Yes, I sit in math class and take notes for approximately an hour. This is not my most favorite thing to do. Nevertheless, while my hand aches from writing or I am worked up inside trying to remember the properties of graphing parallel lines I am not thinking, “This is a waste of time. I am dying inside.” Rather, I am determining:
1. What parallels can I draw from the way I feel right now?
2. How can I learn from this?
3. How can I benefit others from this experience?
No I am not dying. I am learning. I am experiencing new things. I am preparing. I am thriving. I AM ALIVE.