Unfolding

               I have always been looking into the students that I once encountered in a semester or two in college and it disheartens me a lot to see them turn out to be still the creatures that I detest. So stupid to have a group page entitled the school’s secret files and so often I do really doubt if the ones actually posting there are in fact true or just a manufactured post in order to create a general sentiment. Either way, all I can account for is how my previous students replied to any of the posts. Moreover, it is not only about the petty wars that happen online, but also of the progress of the student communal life in general. Although I may have called my 5 years as fulfilling for my part as I have developed and mastered to some level the art of teaching, the fact still haunts me that there is no actual progress that happened in the school apart from anything that comes from the administration’s initiatives.               I have been vocal of the issue regarding the s

“Nothing disturbs me more than the glorification of stupidity.” Carl Sagan Call me an anti-social for not mingling with the crowd, but less do they see that I jive well with them. Moreover, it is they who cannot dance along to my tunes. No wonder that those who seek wisdom and shares it finds solitude in isolation especially in their respective ivory towers. It is certain that in the midst of the silence in one’s confinement, the volume of one’s inner thoughts magnify as there is but peace being the canvas of thinking. The monumental task of expanding one’s thoughts whether it be through praxis or theoria is a burden for the thinker and that is why there is ease and comfort in knowing that he can have a conversation wherein he can share his cross to others who so too is willing to share theirs. We can understand the mob, play with their rules but when it is time to play our game, they abhor us as being too high for their reach. Well, I guess it is easier for gods to come down