A steady persistence weakening the will, suppressing the voice. One moment a slight whisper. The next a raspy, dry murmur.
Their confusions often confuse me.
Often students’ confusion confuses me. It exists almost as a resistance. An unwillingness to accept the unknown or unique thought. The more diversified the clutch of students,(gender / race / religion / sexual orientation) the more the majority of them seem to seek out a group commonality and group thought. Is it human nature to collect into one thought pattern, one network of acceptance?
Their confusions often confuse me. At their age, I sought out the illogical, the uncommon, the unique. I wanted to stand out from the crowd. I wanted a phrase to stumble across my tongue in a wonderfully awkward fashion and open a new door of understanding.
The Longest Way Home
I welcomed the unusual, the unexpected. The scenes which defy immediate explanation. I upheld the creed: repetition of the same is stale.
Which leads me to this thought: do I have to warn all classes in the beginning weeks to be prepared for a rethinking of their definition of culture? Do I have to tell them what to think? And for that matter, how to think? At this stage of their academic careers, isn’t this process a given?