I'm an Sherlockian editor studying to be a doctor in a town not far from you! After reading a thread started by another person on this list (who will remain nameless), i decided that, hey, god knows some untalented people have written and been accepted by the general populace. I guess i should give it a shot.
I'm in college, as a lot of the people who write here seem to be. East coast place, small and unassuming. Verdant grasses and cerulean blue skies, yada, yada, yada. All the American crap.
I'm not going to pretend to be knowledgeable about foreign situations and current politics. I'm shamefully unaware of things outside my general scope. That pertinent fact stopped me from being a history major, as my screenname and original plans had ordained before last month. Did you ever read Flowers for Algernon? It's a tragic book about a retarded man who becomes a genius, only to revert to a moron again. It's written in first person, in the form of a diary from the point of view of Charlie, the main character. The experiments that he undergoes take place on a college campus. In the beginning of the book, when he's of negligible intelligence, he views the college campus and his doctor with a form of awe. As his IQ rises, however, he becomes aware of the desperate lengths to which people will go to hide their own ignorance, as evidenced in the college and in his doctor.
Here's the connection - i thought that college would be a place where a congress of thoughts would reign over picky superficialities, where intelligent people would discuss the state of Israel over a cup of coffee before shuffling off to a class at whatever time convenienced them. I could picture students staying awake for days at a time, doing extra research pertaining to their favorite subject, independent of academic requirements. Future doctors would strut, secure in their superiority, through the early morning light on their way to a dissection of some sort or another. Pshaw. My expectations did not factor in human laziness and megalomania. I found a group of adolescent children who do little to no work, who flatter the professor shamelessly in return for a work reprieve, who don't fulfill any obligations be they social or academic. Buildings are open only until two in the morning and the elite "Dining Services" are open 'til seven o'clock. I should have gone to a much bigger school. That much i do not debate.
The few people here who actually know a smidgen of current affairs spew their knowledge to those who tolerate them. These people contest Jeopardy. I mean, come on, folks. Let's have a little professional courtesy. I won't insult your hideously incorrect grammar if you don't insult the researchers at that time-honored game show. Geez.
Speaking of which... I edit papers on the side because i enjoy doing it. This college must not factor in the essay portion of the entrance application. I have had to explain the difference between active and passive sentence structure to four separate students; and this college is one that prides itself on its English students! Sigh. (Sets shoulders resolutely) I am doing this for the fun of it, though...
I love my classes, though. Like i said, i'm a Sherlock Holmes addict. They actually offer a Sherlock Holmes class!! Whoo-hoo!! More on that particular obsession later, i'm sure.
Thanks for reading this. I hope to be able to get a slight release from studying each day by writing a small journal focusing, unfortunately, on myself. Please let me know what you think, and what i should talk about next.
- Deuces
I'm in college, as a lot of the people who write here seem to be. East coast place, small and unassuming. Verdant grasses and cerulean blue skies, yada, yada, yada. All the American crap.
I'm not going to pretend to be knowledgeable about foreign situations and current politics. I'm shamefully unaware of things outside my general scope. That pertinent fact stopped me from being a history major, as my screenname and original plans had ordained before last month. Did you ever read Flowers for Algernon? It's a tragic book about a retarded man who becomes a genius, only to revert to a moron again. It's written in first person, in the form of a diary from the point of view of Charlie, the main character. The experiments that he undergoes take place on a college campus. In the beginning of the book, when he's of negligible intelligence, he views the college campus and his doctor with a form of awe. As his IQ rises, however, he becomes aware of the desperate lengths to which people will go to hide their own ignorance, as evidenced in the college and in his doctor.
Here's the connection - i thought that college would be a place where a congress of thoughts would reign over picky superficialities, where intelligent people would discuss the state of Israel over a cup of coffee before shuffling off to a class at whatever time convenienced them. I could picture students staying awake for days at a time, doing extra research pertaining to their favorite subject, independent of academic requirements. Future doctors would strut, secure in their superiority, through the early morning light on their way to a dissection of some sort or another. Pshaw. My expectations did not factor in human laziness and megalomania. I found a group of adolescent children who do little to no work, who flatter the professor shamelessly in return for a work reprieve, who don't fulfill any obligations be they social or academic. Buildings are open only until two in the morning and the elite "Dining Services" are open 'til seven o'clock. I should have gone to a much bigger school. That much i do not debate.
The few people here who actually know a smidgen of current affairs spew their knowledge to those who tolerate them. These people contest Jeopardy. I mean, come on, folks. Let's have a little professional courtesy. I won't insult your hideously incorrect grammar if you don't insult the researchers at that time-honored game show. Geez.
Speaking of which... I edit papers on the side because i enjoy doing it. This college must not factor in the essay portion of the entrance application. I have had to explain the difference between active and passive sentence structure to four separate students; and this college is one that prides itself on its English students! Sigh. (Sets shoulders resolutely) I am doing this for the fun of it, though...
I love my classes, though. Like i said, i'm a Sherlock Holmes addict. They actually offer a Sherlock Holmes class!! Whoo-hoo!! More on that particular obsession later, i'm sure.
Thanks for reading this. I hope to be able to get a slight release from studying each day by writing a small journal focusing, unfortunately, on myself. Please let me know what you think, and what i should talk about next.
- Deuces
