College, pt.2.

Well, my fall semester in college is soon coming to a close. In a short week, I will be having finals, and after that I will be on break until after new years. It has been an odd experience, I can assure you.

I am not nearly so hostile to my school as I was a few months ago. I have had time to adjust, time to understand things better. People are no longer ridiculously friendly, they have settled down and no longer have to be. When any man has all his friends taken away from him, he will desperately grasp at anyone nearby who is suitable. But when he finds friends, then he can stop grasping. That about summarize the social life here; after several weeks of overly-friendliness, everyone calmed down and everything went back to normal.

My identity class did eventually have something to do with identity, although it was never as good as I wanted it to be. My ethics teacher did prove intelligent in some ways, although I know now that she is simply not a good teacher, and I am forced to accept that. My acting class is no longer the best, it has fallen into its own flaws over the course of the... course. Essentially, everything has gotten into the process of averaging itself out, of evening out the kinks. Nothing is exceptional, but then, why should I expect that of ordinary people? At least, they can afford to give me mediocrity consistently. That is something in itself.

I came to college expecting to be taught things. I have made it into a moderately expensive and intelligent college, therefore I expected teachers to be at least somewhat wise, somewhat able to demonstrate intelligence. I was wrong. College has taught me to learn, but certainly not through classes. Instead, I realize, I have learned through everything in between. While I didn't necessarily learn anything in class, classes inspired me to learn, inspired me to achieve and accomplish.

College has inspired me to write. I am writing an average of three or four pages of novels a day now. I enjoy this. I work out daily, have maintained a wonderful diet and physique. College has helped me to grow better in every way, but it wasn't because of the classes. It was, I think, because of the freedom. College has taught me by proxy, hasn't taught me anything but has created an atmosphere where I can teach myself things.

Perhaps it isn't the best, but I'll accept it, for now. The world isn't perfect... yet.