Yearning, Burning, and Learning.

The University, as an entity, has always been an amorphous mass of self-perpetuating and ever-processing static intellectual stimulation. It is the student’s job, especially within postgraduate work, to jump on to the screamingly-fast ride and burrow quickly into a warm, comfortable den of mental invigoration. But perhaps this is not the right analogy. Maybe the University is simply the paradigm of The Tool. One can use what resources are necessary or favored, and glean as much as possible during one’s brief stint. There’s no need to compete at this level, for there is so much specialization–even within departments–that any two given students will never use exactly the same resources.

It is a ride, for certain. For a completist, it is difficult to grasp all the possible avenues of thought and perspective that the University confers. It has been here for centuries and will continue for at least that long. The student is nothing more than a parasite attempting to suck life-giving nourishment and use it to their good ends. Some squander this Tool, and some others get their arm caught in the circular-saw of buzzing Academia, only to grit their teeth and rip it out and have another go.

What I am finding, however, is an inherent peacefulness and clarity of thought that comes from being near like-minded folk. Amidst some pretension, some brilliance, and perhaps even a bit of apprehension is a certain cognitive glow that emanates from us as we walk around the department, bumping into one another in our oafish reverie. The lustrous rays bounce about the room and slam off each others’ heads, and we laugh and drool as we get lost in the compiled Exchequer’s lists of expenditures from the reign of Queen Mary. (Who knew that she spent so much on falconers and hunting dogs every month? Ah, the life of a monarch…)

In other news:

The leaves are falling in technicolor splendor, carpeting the Meadows with amalgamous weaves of Orgasmic Autumn, blown in by precious gusts of North Sea air, sweet and frigid in the nostrils and throat. Christmastime and chimney-smoke shall surely follow, as the ancient burgh awaits yet another year in its long, meandering life. Internal warmth to stave off the external numbness brings a wry smile to students and citizens alike. Can we please take an iconic snapshot of this time, to roll about the tongue and savor forever?

5 Responses to “Yearning, Burning, and Learning.”

  1. lilitufire Says:
    October 15th, 2003 at 8:08 am

    Orgasmic Autumn sounds like it should definitely be a scent.
    The important things I learned from Uni were either life related, or from extended raiding parties to plunder the library.

  2. Anonymous Says:
    October 15th, 2003 at 8:20 am

    wanna cum…
    … for a wander round this place this weekend ?
    http://www.rbge.org.uk/rbge/web/visiting/dbg.jsp <a href="http://www.aboutbritain.com/DawyckBotanicGarden.htm” target=”_blank”>http://www.aboutbritain.com/DawyckBotanicGarden.htm
    should be fairly orgasmic at the mo…
    anonymouseth
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  3. FunkyPlaid Says:
    October 15th, 2003 at 8:26 am

    Oooh, baby.
    I'm SO there. When you thinking?
    Are the leaves and trees and bushes all sticky?

  4. kratkrat Says:
    October 15th, 2003 at 10:18 am

    er… okay. Now I'm frightened.
    [CHUCKLE]

  5. Anonymous Says:
    October 15th, 2003 at 10:23 am

    stickiness…
    not yet
    saturday ? i'll have to confer with the ginge…
    anonymouseth
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