the return of the native...to school
Grad school, year 2, semester 2.
i've carved a space out in the halls at GSU for myself at last. i can go in the department and people recognize me. i talk in class, ask questions, point out inconsistancies, offer the stellar or not-so-stellar comment every now and again. and i'm reminded, when these lackluster moments occur, that thinking is not an exact science. it's more touch and go than anything else, which is a comforting notion to those of us who are still searching.
school has completely subsumed me. it's how i've defined myself and has been what i have identified with most for the better part of my life. it's my talent and my haven, and few things please me more than being in class. for that set amount of time, nothing can touch me; i'm in my element, and am free to wax more intellectual than i feel comfortable doing in "the real world." i'm fully coming into my dork-dom, and am pleased about it. being an intellectual, although not the most marketable skill to be sure (which is, of course, an unfortunate consequence of the material prioritization of our capitalistic society), affords me the opportunity to devote time to that most bottomless of pursuits: knowing myself. as oscar wilde once said, it is only the superficial who can be known to themselves. this because there is little of them to know. am i saying i'm more than what i seem on the surface? indeed.
i've carved a space out in the halls at GSU for myself at last. i can go in the department and people recognize me. i talk in class, ask questions, point out inconsistancies, offer the stellar or not-so-stellar comment every now and again. and i'm reminded, when these lackluster moments occur, that thinking is not an exact science. it's more touch and go than anything else, which is a comforting notion to those of us who are still searching.
school has completely subsumed me. it's how i've defined myself and has been what i have identified with most for the better part of my life. it's my talent and my haven, and few things please me more than being in class. for that set amount of time, nothing can touch me; i'm in my element, and am free to wax more intellectual than i feel comfortable doing in "the real world." i'm fully coming into my dork-dom, and am pleased about it. being an intellectual, although not the most marketable skill to be sure (which is, of course, an unfortunate consequence of the material prioritization of our capitalistic society), affords me the opportunity to devote time to that most bottomless of pursuits: knowing myself. as oscar wilde once said, it is only the superficial who can be known to themselves. this because there is little of them to know. am i saying i'm more than what i seem on the surface? indeed.