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i like sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap.
and i can hear a million old men and women (post babies of the boom) grumble under their breath. i finished, just now, two articles absolutely trashing the teen culture. and when i say i finished them, i finished them. I'm done with that shit. to some degree i comprehend/believe that we are slightly corrupt, moving in a groove if consumerism, especially, as stated in "On the uses of liberal education" by someone...edmunsen....that we "shop" for colleges and the college experience like we were in DSW - the practical fit, the stylish fit, the perfect fit, the stileto, the final clearance sale..... - im losing myself. we are consumers. thank you america. what does this have to do with education? these are not so much super-realities as they are circumstances. circumstances we must weave through. or change. but they are not brick walls. and there are ALWAYS circumstances, thats an everpresent, monotonous reality. the truth of the matter is, a student will want to study what they want to study, which may be everything, which may be sports, or dance, or art, or freud, or sex drugs and rock and roll, or absolutely nothing. what matters is their desire. and it is there, whole-heartedly, in the majority, if not all, students. but i feel like this desire to learn is often overlooked because of the circumstantial entertainments around us. yes, at the end of the night i like to download an episode of Weeds and relax. so shoot me for relaxation. i am not so different from you edmunson, i like my tea and tv at night, and biologically we all need this time to chill, really. but because i do this, my desire to learn, in the eyes of a professor, may diminish. it just makes me so sad.
all students want teachers to like them. to recognize some potential. no student wants to hear he is mediocre, he'd rather hear that he is doing terribly in the class. that's why i was so put off by edmunson. its the same with teachers - no teacher wants to hear that hey are mediocre. if you want passion, sir, you must understand that underneath the word "enjoyable" which a student may use to describe a class, is a myriad of others. the passion is there. yeah, i hated that fucking book, or, wow, this author's essay instilled a method of thinking that will follow me all my life. most of the time the effects of education do not show up for a couple of years. sad, but true. there are essays i read in the seventh grade that i still think about, but i didn't realize at the time that that would happen. teachers, have a little faith that somewhere down the line certain essays which recieved a yawn or a mediocre "that was rather interesting" might turn into a temple of cherished knowledge - more than knowledge - faithfully followed philosophy.
mediocrity which is present in "that was interesting, enjoyable" is the bland surface hiding a hundred other passionate emotions that equal life-changedness, or abhorration. i'm making up words. but just as teachers use mediocre flattery because they are afraid of diminishing the students "Quality of Life" (the product saught after), its the same with students, they are afraid of being honest, and bursting a professor's bubble. so this facade of mediocrity is mutual. what if we said how we really feel?
and i can hear a million old men and women (post babies of the boom) grumble under their breath. i finished, just now, two articles absolutely trashing the teen culture. and when i say i finished them, i finished them. I'm done with that shit. to some degree i comprehend/believe that we are slightly corrupt, moving in a groove if consumerism, especially, as stated in "On the uses of liberal education" by someone...edmunsen....that we "shop" for colleges and the college experience like we were in DSW - the practical fit, the stylish fit, the perfect fit, the stileto, the final clearance sale..... - im losing myself. we are consumers. thank you america. what does this have to do with education? these are not so much super-realities as they are circumstances. circumstances we must weave through. or change. but they are not brick walls. and there are ALWAYS circumstances, thats an everpresent, monotonous reality. the truth of the matter is, a student will want to study what they want to study, which may be everything, which may be sports, or dance, or art, or freud, or sex drugs and rock and roll, or absolutely nothing. what matters is their desire. and it is there, whole-heartedly, in the majority, if not all, students. but i feel like this desire to learn is often overlooked because of the circumstantial entertainments around us. yes, at the end of the night i like to download an episode of Weeds and relax. so shoot me for relaxation. i am not so different from you edmunson, i like my tea and tv at night, and biologically we all need this time to chill, really. but because i do this, my desire to learn, in the eyes of a professor, may diminish. it just makes me so sad.
all students want teachers to like them. to recognize some potential. no student wants to hear he is mediocre, he'd rather hear that he is doing terribly in the class. that's why i was so put off by edmunson. its the same with teachers - no teacher wants to hear that hey are mediocre. if you want passion, sir, you must understand that underneath the word "enjoyable" which a student may use to describe a class, is a myriad of others. the passion is there. yeah, i hated that fucking book, or, wow, this author's essay instilled a method of thinking that will follow me all my life. most of the time the effects of education do not show up for a couple of years. sad, but true. there are essays i read in the seventh grade that i still think about, but i didn't realize at the time that that would happen. teachers, have a little faith that somewhere down the line certain essays which recieved a yawn or a mediocre "that was rather interesting" might turn into a temple of cherished knowledge - more than knowledge - faithfully followed philosophy.
mediocrity which is present in "that was interesting, enjoyable" is the bland surface hiding a hundred other passionate emotions that equal life-changedness, or abhorration. i'm making up words. but just as teachers use mediocre flattery because they are afraid of diminishing the students "Quality of Life" (the product saught after), its the same with students, they are afraid of being honest, and bursting a professor's bubble. so this facade of mediocrity is mutual. what if we said how we really feel?