Yet another rant post of the week.
This might seem a bit exaggerated at the moment but yes, I have no particular liking towards this whole affair called formal education. It all seems to time consuming and tedious to go through. For some, classes might be hard and some might be wild with curiosity, ecstatic and ask all sorts of question during classes and all that bull. But no, those sort of thing don’t excite me. Not anymore. Not anymore.
I regret doing this engineering thing. Maybe for now, since it’s still early in the semester (and way too early till graduation) to thoroughly conclude everything. All the subjects seems very old and formal, concrete with straightforward answers and manuals and guides and slides. Everything has been laid, and will be laid out. Everything has been studied by the great figures of the past, and you, the ambitious ardent youth, must follow these things.
In a way, it’s all too easy. There are no longer challenges nor room for independent thought which you can crawl into and think about all day long. It’s about doing your work, which will work just exactly as everyone else. A set of standards to follow without any way of going around and do something new.
The classes, well, here at least, are most fastidiously boring. Intelligent stimulation is absent, and the people are mindlessly learning like drones and lecturers pour out their rehearsals, the same things they said for three years straight. They have lost their spirit, and only look forward till the end of the day; sit back and sleep soundlessly until morning comes to repeat mundane routines till authority tells them not.
But it’s not about them, really. It’s about yourself, where you feel almost bored all the time. Perhaps everyone else says the same thing, but you feel your degree of boredom is amplified. You set yourself distant, because you know, your mind doesn’t work exactly as them. You crave, for something new, someone new, yet these things will always disappoint you in the end. They often do.
Maybe because you are born with an intelligence far above others (or so you would like to think), everything seems trivial. You can’t connect. You understand people, not based on their pathetic emotions, but on reasons. You can understand things quickly, and would like to move one, far far away, leaving all the others behind.
But here you are, stuck. Stranded on an island with no like-minded peers, and being deprived of the things you could have done/learn/know out there.
When I was 15, I went testing for a Mensa IQ test and scored 180++.
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