I hear the vocal distortion projecting from the front; seems to be buzzing around my ears. The professor is trying to educate me - so I’ve been told. I’m fixated in my own thoughts and awareness of the world around me. The text illuminated for the class seems repetitive and empty; just as the words being regurgitated from the point of authority. I’m lacking an understanding of what this man has to offer me. Sitting here I think - you make it so easy for any one of us to sweep your job from under you. We are currently more advanced than he who we look to for an education. I respect those professors who leave me pondering their words beyond class. My development as a student stems from the digestion of their knowledge extending into my daily life. What does society see for me here? Do A’s transfer into life? I’m capable of achieving good grades without achieving anything. I’m a fraud. I stand by an internationally recognized private school, supposedly saying something about my character. The reality - I should seek more, challenge more, question more, and expect more from myself and those who are to educate me. If I am to be educated, I must demand what I’m not capable of. An education should intimidate me. Something foreign and larger than my life leaves space to grow and develop as a member of this nation. So there you have it. I’m bored and allowing my mind to float around and waste away as I bounce from class to class. Different day, same shit. I need to challenge myself if there are no others attempting to stun me. Where to go next? What to explore? Who to question? I’m seeking something frightful to build a thriving future. To learn I must be challenged. To grow I must have space. The balance is finding where I fit. I don’t believe there is any room left in this class… off to the next. And repeat.