It amazes me how there is SO MUCH in the world that I am clueless about. There are things going on that I have no clue about.
In a way, it’s kinda sad, but there’s no way around it. Hundreds, thousands, millions of people go through an entire lifetime… full of experiences, wisdom, knowledge, and so much more… but I will never have known any of it. I will never have known they even existed. Right now, in this very second, someone has lost their life. Their thread has been cut and Death has taken them to the other side. I don’t know who they are, I don’t know where they are, I don’t know anything about them. But they are gone. And they won’t be coming back.
There are so many things in this life that I can learn about. I couldn’t possibly know EVERYTHING, but I can choose to learn as much as I possibly could.
I know I’m in school for a reason. School is traditionally meant to pass on knowledge of a certain topic to the masses. However, it has become morphed and distorted into something that doesn’t really make sense anymore. At least not in reference to it’s original purpose.
Nowadays, people go to school because they want to work in some sort of career. Whether their reason be because they want to make money or because they are genuinely interested in the topic is irrelevant.
They go to school now to “earn” a diploma: A piece of paper that somehow proves that they know what they need to know to get that desired job.
It feels so empty. I find myself sitting in classes that I don’t want to take just to get a passing grade and forget all the temporarily-stored information in my mind. But why do I feel that way? I should feel privileged that I have the opportunity to learn these things. There are people out there who would LOVE to be sitting where I sit so they could absorb all this knowledge my professors spew at us.
I think it’s because of the way the system works. It’s bullshit. To put it bluntly. A lot of professors don’t view the class as a medium to spread knowledge on this topic. They view the classes as something they must do as required by their department if they want to continue doing research for the university. Or they view class time as some formality that must ensue before the students take a test which will earn them a passing or failing grade. That’s just it! It’s about a grade. It’s not about learning anymore. It pisses me off.
I sit there in class getting more and more aggravated because I’m not learning anything. I am expected to learn things at someone else’s pace, and through someone else’s methods so the entire experience becomes a struggle. Instead of feeling like a priviledge, it feels like a drag because my heart isn’t in it. The information stays in my head long enough to pass a test and then it’s gone. I don’t want that.
I don’t know why I’m ranting about this. It’s not going to change anything. I suppose I was just frustrated because there is so much knowledge out there which I would love to absorb. I would love to add it ALL to my memory banks, and the things I’m learning in school should be adding to that… but they aren’t.
…And that little fact disappoints me.