“Why,” I berate myself grumpily, walking across Campus today, “Did I just write — on that pop quiz in history — that the Peleponnesian War was between Athens and Macedonia? For Pete’s sakes, I know better than this!”
So if you happen to attend St. Cloud University, and you just saw a shaggy man stomping across campus muttering “Sparta Sparta Sparta Sparta Sparta” then, well, now you know why.
My other school thought, and it’s a permenant frustration beyond School, is that I am always frustated by how little I know. There is so much to learn, and I know so little of it. There’s nothing to be done about it, there’s more in the world than I could ever learn in a lifetime. More books than I could read in all my days. And that’s fine by me, better than running out of things to learn and read someday.
But it frustrates me, the huge pile of books sitting at home that I’m waiting to read. A trip to Barnes & Noble, or my local used bookstore, is an exercise in frustration. Even when I just pass a table of classics that I haven’t read.
And history classes, like today, so full of bits I didn’t know about the early days of the Roman Empire — something that I’ve studied, on my own, at good length anyway — just drives me up the wall and leaves me feeling frustrated, as I said, and a bit inadequate.
But not much. And what frustration there is, I just channel into reading more, and learning more, and thinking more. It’s a good way to live, you ask me. And may I never feel so Adequately learned that I stop.
It’s raining and cold here, and occasionally, everything is interrupted by astonishingly violent flashes of lightening and rolls of thunder. Terrific weather.
And on that note, I’m going to go sit by a window and read A Tale of Two Cities, which I bought a copy of yesterday (I’ve read it many times, but I didn’t own it for some reason. Now I’m reading it again. It’s my favorite Charles Dickens novel, and I adore all of them, so that says something.)
Have a lovely afternoon, you lot.