We carry it as daily cash
But sooner or later end up throwing it in the trash
We imprint knowledge in its soul
Information we rapidly loose
With every tick of the clock
Refusing to stay in our long term memory
Deciding to fly away
And becoming our worse enemy
How do we expect to succeed in life?
If we set our goals based on extrinsic motivations?
We set our minds
On getting a passing grade in the class
An “A” it’s just a letter
A 4.00 just a quantitative number
A college degree a white sheet of paper
With someone’s wiggly lines
Written to represent a name
The true meaning of
Attending school, College, a University
Is for the passion of knowledge
Wise individuals
Study for the pleasure of being intellectual
Casting ignorance away
Why is it that we don’t care about learning?
And make fools of ourselves with excuses and laziness
What is the purpose of going to school?
If by the end of 14 years
You look back and realize
You only went to keep a chair warm
You were nothing
But a furniture in an empty classroom
That retained overnight what it learned
And forgot it by the next sunset
An A on paper
But F on permanently encoded
And easily retrieved knowledge
How pathetic
Isn’t it?
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
We carry it as daily cash
But sooner or later end up throwing it in the trash
We imprint knowledge in its soul
Information we rapidly loose
With every tick of the clock
Refusing to stay in our long term memory
Deciding to fly away
And becoming our worse enemy
How do we expect to succeed in life?
If we set our goals based on extrinsic motivations?
We set our minds
On getting a passing grade in the class
An “A” it’s just a letter
A 4.00 just a quantitative number
A college degree a white sheet of paper
With someone’s wiggly lines
Written to represent a name
The true meaning of
Attending school, College, a University
Is for the passion of knowledge
Wise individuals
Study for the pleasure of being intellectual
Casting ignorance away
Why is it that we don’t care about learning?
And make fools of ourselves with excuses and laziness
What is the purpose of going to school?
If by the end of 14 years
You look back and realize
You only went to keep a chair warm
You were nothing
But a furniture in an empty classroom
That retained overnight what it learned
And forgot it by the next sunset
An A on paper
But F on permanently encoded
And easily retrieved knowledge
How pathetic
Isn’t it?
Written in 2012 from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.
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