mostly these things as aforementioned are 3 or more syllables, and they are ideas which the academia would gather in a air-conditioned, stale-smelling room, to debate about for the entire day.
i first made this foray into "meaningless talk" when i came to perth and was forced to give my input in the Politics, Journalism & Society tutorials otherwise i would lose my precious class participation marks.
it is no surprise that such a debate-y unit would have a name that spans like 13 syallables long, as if it were some celestial and scientific subject too difficult for common people to comprehend. it is in this unit that i notice it seems as if this unit was made for the caucasian people, who were so gladly pouring out stories and anecdotes, and were so happy to be nodding at each other's points and interjecting one another mid-speech, like omg i can't wait to share my views.
and then u notice the international students, mostly asians and an odd german student or 2, who would quietly smile and wait till the lecturer asks for their opinion.
to trap me in a room to discuss things- philosophy or thinktanks- with no tangible knowledge that can make me feed the world or earn money, and especially if they end up with no conclusion, is pure torture.
it is paying a lot of money, to enter the cinema, to watch a movie with no head nor tail, and leaves u coming out of the theatre completely weirded out and stressed beyond words.
it makes me want to rip off the beards of those dignified academia, to plummet my fists upon those killer books of ten million words and scream out my silent anguish: why am i doing this.
prayed for this education so hard, and now i am looking at pages of research papers and having to finish a 15,000 word thesis by like april of next year.
i need a sureiyan hug.
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