i wrote this passing thought in a notebook as i people-watched in the halls of Upham, waiting for a sociology prof to sign my force-add slip for Social Stratification next year.
it suddenly seemed very clear to me how the college specious works...
"no wonder ppl drink themselves into oblivion on the wkends – they need release! release from the dull, painful monotony of the rest of their week, time spent wasting in classrooms, the dead, boring material washing over them as they sit staring, hoping to catch glimmers of a future promised them, a future they desperately await, while the present passes them by"
waiting out the monotonous present, living in a zombie state, hoping for something better down the road, while making a mockery of the present and the life you could be living.
this is what Paulo Freire termed the "necrophilic" nature of traditional education. = "driven not by a love of life, but a love of death."
is it sad i can quote all this stuff from memory now?
-stephan!e
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
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No not sad at all. See, this is the kind o things you're really supposed to learn in college...not the bullshit or the other stuff, but true self awareness of environment.
Learning doesn't take place in classrooms or in libraries, but in moments like these.
Heh. To think I once got in trouble for telling a student that, yeah, the acquisition of knowledge, wisdom, is better than sex, just like an orgasm without the sweating...lol.
Kinda like a matrix moment, eh?
Um...weren't we discussing something similar to this, like, yesterday in King?
Great observations.
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