I appreciate education. I do. We all need to know the things we learn through middle school and high school, and processing those extra bits of calculus and senior literature help us to "learn how to learn" other complex ideas later in life. Undergraduate is equally appreciated, understood, and acknowledged. The tests got harder, we understand better the value of hard work, the sacrifice of socialization and relaxation for education and graduation, that following new-found respect for relaxation and socialization, and all the built character we got from the experience. We got a foundation in some specialized skills that will be necessary to lay the groundwork for later job training and organizational survival.
But now, this graduate school business. I feel that I am, at 23, with facial hair and a slowing metabolism, still being forced from all sides to be breast fed. I know I know, it'll make me stronger, smarter; it'll keep me insulated from the cold outside world, experts say it's good for me, but for God's sake, the benefits have come and gone! My teeth are starting to atrophy (you know, if that's what teeth do..), people are starting to pity my condition, and if and when I finally break free and get me some solid food, it's going to hurt a lot more when I bite my tongue from un-use. I'm ready to use all my long-stored nutrients to run around, and not just fatten up from a milky malaise - isn't that what it's all for?
Which is purely metaphorical, really, because no one's getting fat from all this Ramen...
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