Rant
Sometimes I wish I had a writing class, or actually any class that doesn't just spew information at me and tell me to memorize it. (undergrad science classes here's looking at you!)
Seriously a writing class, or philosophy class, or even a class of public schooling, that would have me write papers and papers on my opinion, or views, or research conclusions (not from an experiments of things that go boom)
A writing class. That pushes me outside of my comfort zone. A class that tells me to put my ideas out there for the world to criticize. A class that will push my boundaries and help me see the world far different than what I'm used to.
I realize I could do this on tumblr (case and point). But I have so much shit to do. There's really no time for that.
I'd like some Dead Poet Society grandiosity. Mona Lisa Smile epiphanies.
I'm just saying. Ain't no time for nothing but molecules and chromosomes. This is life. (I'm good with it. I just miss the left-brained part of it all. T'is all.)
Sorryrant.
