Lonely witness to a fertile lands end
Bees fly around and spread pollen from flower to flower, this is called pollination. The bees don't do it on purpose, they just fly around collecting sugar from plants to make honey, which is then stolen from them by us to make Golden Grahams. Easily the worlds most disgusting cereal, and tastes somewhat similar to eating bee shit I'd imagine.
Flowers, the useless crappy things that they are, survive because of the bees, the bees are a part of their reproductive cycle, somewhat like the backseat of a trans am and the band poison are a part of a head bangers reproductive cycle.
Now teachers are like bees and students like flowers. The teacher is supposed to spread ideas, the pollen, to the students, the flowers. Then the students can reproduce.
The metaphor kind of got away from me there but you get the idea, the teacher is supposed to do something to make students pollinated. Except, most don't. Especially when you get to the university level. What a joke. The entire purpose of teaching a university class is to get funding to do the all important research. And as a result, they are lousy and lazy teachers. This really used to piss me off, I paid for this education, they should make it worthwhile dammit! The professors hate teaching, they see it as a waste of time. This really bothered me.
But now I wholeheartedly agree. If I was teaching the idiots in my classes I would hate it too. Even more probably. They don't want to learn anyway, neither do I to be totally honest. But I might learn, there is a chance the professor might touch off a spark of curiosity in me, and make me remotely interested. Because above all else, I am there to learn something. I don't want to walk out of university the same maladjusted antichrist I walked in as. I want to be a bigger stronger faster maladjusted antichrist.
You can evaluate yourself one of two ways, what stupid people think of you, or what you think of you. I'm in the business faculty at the university, the most brain dead faculty ever. And these idiots care so much about their marks its amazing. But not after you think about it. The reason they are in business is to get rich one day, why, because to them money is a yardstick of personal worth. So logically, grades are the same thing to them. As business students, their education is a negotiation of labor for marks. They couldn't give a fuck if they were learning finance or advanced ping pong theory, its all means to an end. The problem is that life has no ends. Its a big long stream of means. What you think is a process to get you somewhere will only get you there, then what? You gotta find something else.
So what are these kids going to do when they get to their end, find a new, lower, more evil end. And the means to go with it. They basically are swishing down this giant ethical waterslide, compromising more and more.
They exist to be evaluated by their peers and superiors, well here's an evaluation for them.
A big fat F. You suck. Your dumb.
Business students are kinda like parrots. You can teach a parrot to speak, doesn't mean it can think. They are just these yapping heads, jabbering away in buzzwords and waiting for the right buzzword to score them a treat from the prof.
They suck. But I am awesome. Enough said.