scream of nothing
So a few things, because I feel compelled to write. First, I am intrigued and saddened that the college that was mine for a while decided to rebel against the so-called man. A figure as divisive as Nichol had to go. I don't think college presidents should be great social crusaders. They should be fighting against the enemies of education from outside and whatever. I also don't like protest culture, because it is full of sloth and the idea that somehow by expressing your self-righteous rage, that you can change the world by symbolically letting others know how pissed you are. Take that energy and fix something that is wrong. I don't like torture. Instead of standing around with a sign that says don't torture people, why don't I go build a house for a homeless family or feed some starving orphans?
So my annoyance at the world makes me pretty unpopular, or actually strangely popular. In classes, I am vitriolic and very bitter, leveling cannons at academics in general and psychology in particluar, with the desire to destroy everything that is my foundation. If that were the case, I could collapse to the simple life that I feel like would much better suit me. And find the purpose of life. I wish I could work in the day and write at night.
Desire is an elusive thing. I've lost most of mine, in the sickness that I endure. I was sick as a dog and went on a trip to Albuquerque and fought through that as no one could understand what was going on in me except that I am sick enough that my desire is often destroyed. I have moments of great happiness, and teaching undergrads and three year olds are where those are at. Though I do look at my students and see how beautiful they are (hehe).
So my annoyance at the world makes me pretty unpopular, or actually strangely popular. In classes, I am vitriolic and very bitter, leveling cannons at academics in general and psychology in particluar, with the desire to destroy everything that is my foundation. If that were the case, I could collapse to the simple life that I feel like would much better suit me. And find the purpose of life. I wish I could work in the day and write at night.
Desire is an elusive thing. I've lost most of mine, in the sickness that I endure. I was sick as a dog and went on a trip to Albuquerque and fought through that as no one could understand what was going on in me except that I am sick enough that my desire is often destroyed. I have moments of great happiness, and teaching undergrads and three year olds are where those are at. Though I do look at my students and see how beautiful they are (hehe).