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My dream of academia Is an idealized one Mr. Chips and the Paper Chase Classes of five hundred In lecture halls the size of stadiums Students focused Totally absorbed Hands flying skyward With thoughts, questions And answers Always thinking Always searching Always seeking the challenge Digesting facts and adding knowledge Connecting dots from places obscure Yet always looking for hidden meanings Layers and levels and subtexts That clarifies cognition And opens the portal Of the enigma unknown
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
Academia
My dream of academia Is an idealized one Mr. Chips and the Paper Chase Classes of five hundred In lecture halls the size of stadiums Students focused Totally absorbed Hands flying skyward With thoughts, questions And answers Always thinking Always searching Always seeking the challenge Digesting facts and adding knowledge Connecting dots from places obscure Yet always looking for hidden meanings Layers and levels and subtexts That clarifies cognition And opens the portal Of the enigma unknown
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
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