34. (Changes.)

As you can see, things have changed around a bit here. Just look to the right.

Things are changing all over. Times are a'changin', as I think the song goes. Life. Love. Everything.

And yeah, I'm being ambiguous on purpose.

Almost done with school. Almost done with other things. Movin' on up, as I think the song goes. Love. Life.

And yeah, I'm being ambiguous because this will start bordering on an 'emotional' post, the kind of post I usually avoid posting here. This isn't for emotion, it's for writing. I'm learning to separate the two.

33. (Someone Else's Text.)

"In the university the base of the whole academic endeavor has traditionally been the Freshman Composition course, where the student learns to write. Not to write truths that count for him. Not to connect his experience to what he reads and hears about in the classroom, but to master an academic tongue and a manner of footnoting and snipping out other persons' words and rearranging them in a new introduction-body-conclusion form. 'Tell 'em what you're going to tell 'em, tell 'em, and then tell 'em what you told 'em.' And that will finish them off. Make sure they will look at your paper to see how many pages it takes up rather than what it says.

"This dehydrated manner of producing writing that is never read is the contribution of the English teacher to the total university."

...from Uptaught, by Ken Macrorie.