I really do love school, you guys. It makes me happy because it makes me think. When my instructors lament the “old school” ways of doing college, where it’s all about debate and students pulling themselves up by their bootstraps instead of the institution taking responsibility for their success, that’s me, I love it.I love pulling myself up by my intellectual bootstraps.
For some random reason (I know it’s not random I just don’t feel like figuring out what the reason is because I have a 2k word book report due in a few days and I need to save all my brainpower for that) I am completely fine with the notion that I was made for school. White, middle class, all that. It makes me a super happy camper, because I freaking love school. Maybe I love it because I was made for it, or maybe it was just lucky I was made for it, because I was bound to love it no matter what. It’s your classic “chicken or the egg” story.
This doesn’t seem to be making much sense. That’s probably because I’m not really trying to make much sense. Tell me, please, what do you think of higher education? I don’t care if you’d go back to high school, because if I hear that you do we can’t be friends anymore because high school was hell on earth. But what about college?
If you had a chance to go to college again (or maybe forever?) would you, like me, jump at it? Forsake most others? Or did/do you hate college with the fire of a thousand suns? And if so, I’m going to need some explanation. I don’t understand how you can hate it. BECAUSE IT ROCKS.