From Southern Trees

Today in Intellectual History-1 with Dr. Aaron Smuts (my favorite class, by the way), I realized the main difference between college and high school so far. In class discussions, you go off on tangents... but they actually mean something. For example, we had to read this thing on immortality for Smuts today. We didn't discuss the reading as much as we discussed immortality in general and different scenarios where it might be desirable (there's all of like, one.) If this were Mr. Longo's English class last year, it'd be a different story. "So what'd you fellas read last night?" "Wait, wait, Mr. Longo have you ever seen ______!?" And on and on for fifty-two increasingly more disheartening and cynicism-inducing minutes. Thinking about it though, Intellectual History might be the exception. My journalism class, sadly, is a joke. George Miller is a great professor and his writing is, fuck, "legit." But the kids in the class are far from... Everyone pretty much wants to talk about their life story and ends up saying the same thing as the person that spoke before them. Like, listen, maybe?

First day, discussion; "what is journalism?" People magazine. Is it journalism?

Simple answer, yes. It disseminates information to human beings. But everyone decided to raise their hand and say exactly that along with some kind of catch. The two catches were, like, but it's base and but it sucks, pretty much. I don't know why fifty kids decided to repeat each other for a half hour. Whatever. So, college: half-legit. And I'm involved. But she doesn't go here. But she's been one of my best friends since freshman year. Just thought that you should know.