I'm headed up the downstairs
All work and no play made Christian a dull boy.
As I typed that I got an email from Brook's Institute of Photography about a grant that I could get. Maybe I should say "fuck it" to a second semester at Pima and just go study photography. Granted, I already have a job based entirely around photography, but I'd say that's probably an advantage overall.
Tucson sucks anyways. It's too bloody hot in the summer and there aren't any seasons besides that. Working 4 days a week for 8 hours each day, and going to school on my off days (and including one work day) with exception of Sunday is gnawing away at my entire existence.
Bought a new album last night. Had a pleasant evening accompanied by said music and had the strangest but oddly relaxing 6 hours of sleep of my life. Mentally, I didn't fall asleep. Physically I'm pretty sure that I did because I was able to get out of bed at 7 without the drowsiness. TIme ceased to exist as anything but a manipulatable and non-specific concept or idea.
School and work are the two most uncomparable things in the world. School is the most controlled environment that there is. The stress can only get to a certain point, and you control most of it. Your routine is set with school, and you learn how to adapt to it. Last night as I prepared for my enlightening evening, I wished that today I had had school to go to instead of work (though I rested perfectly as I said before). In a work environment, especially when you are the only one in your specialty (department), you must be alert and aware at all times, and you have to solve problems. At school, you're just one of a massive crowd, only expected to perform at the same level as the others. This is the key difference. All of those teachers that say that they're preparing you for the "real world" aren't living in the real world, because otherwise they wouldn't dare say that. School can't prepare you for the harsh realities of life. School merely teaches you what you need to know to in order to be an asset to the real world. Teacher/student relationships aren't close to comparable to boss/employee relationships (dictatorships do not exist in the real world), and the same goes for peer/peer relationships. They're carefree and don't bare the same loads that co-worker relationships do.
School is my relief from reality. From the real world. It's just a time to gather my thoughts and put them to what someone says is going to be useful in life, though I know that nothing I learn this year will truly be crucial in my life. Sure, I might use Japanese, but it will likely never be crucial to my existance. Math is irrelevant to my degree (after this semester I never take math again), writing 101 has yet to even touch the surface of my writing skills, and philisophy is not a learning experience, but rather a self-teaching experience assisted by an instructor. So tell me, where's the real world in all that?
[end rant]
Off to philosophize in 2 hours.
As I typed that I got an email from Brook's Institute of Photography about a grant that I could get. Maybe I should say "fuck it" to a second semester at Pima and just go study photography. Granted, I already have a job based entirely around photography, but I'd say that's probably an advantage overall.
Tucson sucks anyways. It's too bloody hot in the summer and there aren't any seasons besides that. Working 4 days a week for 8 hours each day, and going to school on my off days (and including one work day) with exception of Sunday is gnawing away at my entire existence.
Bought a new album last night. Had a pleasant evening accompanied by said music and had the strangest but oddly relaxing 6 hours of sleep of my life. Mentally, I didn't fall asleep. Physically I'm pretty sure that I did because I was able to get out of bed at 7 without the drowsiness. TIme ceased to exist as anything but a manipulatable and non-specific concept or idea.
School and work are the two most uncomparable things in the world. School is the most controlled environment that there is. The stress can only get to a certain point, and you control most of it. Your routine is set with school, and you learn how to adapt to it. Last night as I prepared for my enlightening evening, I wished that today I had had school to go to instead of work (though I rested perfectly as I said before). In a work environment, especially when you are the only one in your specialty (department), you must be alert and aware at all times, and you have to solve problems. At school, you're just one of a massive crowd, only expected to perform at the same level as the others. This is the key difference. All of those teachers that say that they're preparing you for the "real world" aren't living in the real world, because otherwise they wouldn't dare say that. School can't prepare you for the harsh realities of life. School merely teaches you what you need to know to in order to be an asset to the real world. Teacher/student relationships aren't close to comparable to boss/employee relationships (dictatorships do not exist in the real world), and the same goes for peer/peer relationships. They're carefree and don't bare the same loads that co-worker relationships do.
School is my relief from reality. From the real world. It's just a time to gather my thoughts and put them to what someone says is going to be useful in life, though I know that nothing I learn this year will truly be crucial in my life. Sure, I might use Japanese, but it will likely never be crucial to my existance. Math is irrelevant to my degree (after this semester I never take math again), writing 101 has yet to even touch the surface of my writing skills, and philisophy is not a learning experience, but rather a self-teaching experience assisted by an instructor. So tell me, where's the real world in all that?
[end rant]
Off to philosophize in 2 hours.