I’m not going to lie to you, Shanima, and Aditi, (or whoever else may be possessed to read this) this is the first monologue that I’m writing in my life. I started Baruch at the age of 20, which is later than most; however the things I’ve done, seen, felt, and been through are things that not even an Ivy League university could have taught me. Ive traveled, explored, worked in many places, and tasted the sweet and bitter aspects of life.
Baruch is a great place to study, it’s definitely a fine institution. However, not to sound cliche, college (for me at least) is a very empty experience. When I was eighteen I employed myself to go on a spiritual journey, if you will. I traveled across the world, learned a new language, and mainly learned about who I am and who I wish to become. I made a promise to myself that no matter what, everyday I would take the right steps to ensure that I would be closer to my goal than I was the day earlier. I don’t find any deep life meaning in college, and in all honesty I don’t believe that a college degree shows wisdom. It’s upsetting that in this day and age that society assumes wisdom by academic levels of achievement. Don’t get me wrong, I wholeheartedly believe in education; however not in this fashion. I could be wrong, but Ive seen numerous examples of universities, and mainly professors crushing extraordinary people’s creativity and open minded-ness toward topics both academic and philosophic(about life). One person made a decision 300 years ago about how to approach a certain topic, and that became dogmas. Every answer besides for the socially accepted one, or the ones written in textbooks are “inaccurate”. I believe that formal education, in a way, has brought beautiful and talented ideas and their bearers alike to their demise. This is why, in a way, I’m happy about all the hardships that I’ve gone through-because only after that experience do I understand the fine line between intelligence and wisdom.
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