1. spring snow on barberry, 2. Snow, 3. Goodnight Snow!, 4. Nubble Light In Snow
Last night the hugest puffiest snowflakes, snowblobs, fell from the sky. I almost slopped a bowl of noodles on the floor when I saw it happening, I was so excited.
"Look! Look, everybody! It's snowing! Oh, WOW! Look at it! It's so pretty! I want to go dance in it, quick, where are my boots?!"
There was nobody else in the house, but that's ok. I'm sure they would have appreciated it anyways. For my part, I enjoyed it from my window as I read my philosophy homework. It's a funny thing, philosophy. My mind wandered away from it, first watching the way the words looked on the page, then giving up entirely and watching the snow. I was considering my upcoming interview for a job that I really really want, and how my majors will undoubtedly come into question during the interview process (being that this is a job as an educator).
How would you respond if asked to teach again the past four years of your life? I know, in my heart of brains, that I will not graduate knowing much about Kant or Hume or Hobbes. I couldn't tell you the major plot points for Plato, or what, exactly, is the definition of "deontology".
Did I waste years of my life, then? When quizzed on the purpose and end results of my education, will I be left stammering and dropping my words like snowblobs? It's an important question for all of us to ask when we're facing the end of our scholastic careers. Hopefully we're gaining skills, if not knowledge to regurgitate.
As for me, it's the ability to sell myself and my experiences. Sell! Sell! It all must go!
Elephants Away!
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