"I possess nothing but my body; a man on his own, with nothing but his body, can't stop memories; they pass through him. I shouldn't complain: all I have ever wanted was to be free" -Antoine Roquentin, in Sartre's Nausea.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

What education?

I seem to be immersed in it but at times I feel I'm learning nothing. I am one to believe we are forced to learn what is worth knowing in order to be a part of society. Degrees are structured much like apprenticeships, though they are much more flexible. As a marxist I think it's my job to see the education system, and universities in particular, as a factory. We are empty humanoid glass jars filled with a unique concoction of ingredients. Depending where we are, the spices used to flavour us will be different, the writing indicating who we are may be in another language or two. I have admitted that each of us is unique, my hints may be greener, redder, bluer, black... Take these as our political affiliations.We are all attracted to ideas, these we throw in sometimes hastily, when we're forced. Do you know when you throw in the parsley too soon? Its taste disappears. These ideas lost could be vital, they could be a glimpse of the machine's technology. Ideas are never useless, but different. Our ideas can be contradictory, do tastes not clash?

We too are dated. We go through stages of brewing, in which our main ideas are thrown into us. Sometimes ideas are forced into us against our will, or before we can handle them. Most of our ideas are made to fit to society's tastes. But we too are dated. Our ideas expire. This is not our fault; can you see that rust on the lever? Has that needle stopped turning? They've been running full blast on a recipe perfected to fit a bygone epoch.Though society has changed, education remains the same. It was made to be very useful, to allow us to fit into the economy, our culture, our intellectual superiority. We go into uni to think we are going to get a job, our ideas are nipped in the bud while we breathe false hope. Where does my creativity stand if I cannot express it... In our factory, corroded, our creativity is rendered useless. We live to work, forcing us to forget any restless ideas, or the delusion of a free spirit.


Society runs on more mental health drugs, caffeine shots and paradoxically crime then ever before. Though each of us is a jar, unique in our own ways, we are never allowed to fill the air with our own conclusions. Capitalism is a system of waste, and we are wasted. If we were each given time to express, taste our own ideas, test them and compare them- with no rush- we would find solutions, new ideas, art. There would be no need to lose our minds. Why should we overwork? Has the system not missed its deadline? Let it go, taste test and create- in the process you will also see past your labels and read others'.