THE STUDENTNow I've got to find the perfect teacher poem.
"In America," began
the lecturer, "everyone must have a
degree. The French do not think that
all can have it, they don't say everyone
must go to college." We
incline to feel
that although it may be unnecessary
to know fifteen languages,
one degree is not too much. With us, a
school--like the singing tree of which
the leaves were mouths singing in concert--
is both a tree of knowledge
and of liberty--
seen in the unanimity of college
mottoes, Lux et veritas,
Christo et ecclesiae, Sapient
felici. It may be that we
have not knowledge, just opinions, that we
are undergraduates,
not students; we know
we have been told with smiles, by expatriates
of whom we had asked "When will
your experiment be finished?" "Science
is never finished." Secluded
from domestic strife, Jack Bookworm led a
college life, says Goldsmith;
and here also as
in France or Oxford, study is beset with
dangers,--with bookworms, mildews,
and complaisancies. But someone in New
England has known enough to say
the student is patience personified,
is a variety
of hero, "patient
of neglect and of reproach"--who can "hold by
himself." You can't beat hens to
make them lay. Wolf's wool is the best of wool,
but it cannot be sheared because
the wolf will not comply. With knowledge as
with the wolf's surliness,
the student studies
voluntarily, refusing to be less
than individual. He
"gives his opinion and then rests on it";
he renders service when there is
no reward, and is too reclusive for
some things to seem to touch
him, not because he
has no feeling but because he has so much.
30 May 2005
Undergraduate, Not Student
Marianne Moore:
26 May 2005
Honesty: From Fact To Feeling
"It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have time."Though my family would write Roman Catholic in our documents, we didn't practice going to church every Sunday. My parents didn't teach us to pray and fear God.
- Tallulah Bankhead
In grade 4, I transferred from a public school to a private Catholic school. My new school held mandatory confession every first Friday of the month (usually after the first Friday mass.) Our teachers instructed us to write down our sins so that we won't forget them and so as to make the process fast.
I was sort of excited with confessing, as it would be my first time. I simply saw it then as another new concept to learn.
But as I got used to doing it, listing sins became just another task. There were times when I could only think of lying and being lazy to do homework as my only wrongdoings for the month. I would then invent sins as I thought it couldn't be possible for a human being to commit only 2 offenses against God in a span of 4 weeks. I was afraid the priest might perceive me lying.
19 May 2005
My treasure, adversely speaking
After the lapseI have tons of books which I borrowed and haven't returned yet. Most of them from friends I don't see any longer and some from those I no longer wish to see.
Of a year or two,
The books your neighbor
Borrowed from you
Are his, according to his lights,
by the principle of squatter's rights.
—Anonymous
I will return them, if the owners ask for them. Returning these books would be a nice way of seeing old friends. But if they let me keep their books, then these shall serve as good remembrances, gifts.
13 May 2005
Relearning
ARTIST¤
by Robert Francis
He cuts each log in lengths exact
As truly as truth cuts a fact.
When he sawed an honest pile
Of wood, he stops and chops awhile.
Each section is twice split in two
As truly as a fact is true.
Then having split all to be split,
He sets to work at stacking it.
No comb constructed by a bee
Is more a work of symmetry
Than is this woodstack whose strict grace
Is having each piece in its place.
When the class gets too noisy, my Math teacher in grade school begins speaking softly, quietly, then we pay attention.
05 May 2005
Betrayal
What I have learned today:
1. Although story is staple, there are memories and desires that musn't be expressed at once (some times at all.) I had been in a dazzling place with a lovely person. I had a camera with me, but never thought of taking any picture. Because
2. An impulse to take a photograph is a surrender to forgetting. Furthermore, it's an insult to the subject, not seeing it with your naked eyes.
3. It is one of the most magnificent feelings walking away from an admired person without anxiety to meet again, knowing you will be remembered well.
4. But today is not a perfect day. The worst inappropriate song that could be stuck in your head has just stuck in my head. Here are some of the lyrics:
1. Although story is staple, there are memories and desires that musn't be expressed at once (some times at all.) I had been in a dazzling place with a lovely person. I had a camera with me, but never thought of taking any picture. Because
2. An impulse to take a photograph is a surrender to forgetting. Furthermore, it's an insult to the subject, not seeing it with your naked eyes.
3. It is one of the most magnificent feelings walking away from an admired person without anxiety to meet again, knowing you will be remembered well.
4. But today is not a perfect day. The worst inappropriate song that could be stuck in your head has just stuck in my head. Here are some of the lyrics:
I took the hand of a preacher manStill don't know it? Here's a dead give away:
and we made love in the sun
. . . .
I've been undressed by kings
and I've seen some things
that a woman ain't supposed to see...
I've spent my life exploring
the subtle whoring
that costs too much to be free...
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