i am doodling, Egypt, doodling

ebbs the small gray matter fast...


I is a bad college student. I have learned all the phraseology, the isms, of my professors, to where I should like to just try teaching their classes - and, consequentially, I don't pay near the attention I ought. Because I can quite accurately predict what they will say. Instead I take notes on my thoughts on their already-accessible words...am I terrible? Smack me.

Or I word-doodle. Hence the title, which runs in impossibly minuscule cursive across the bottom of my notebook-page. Quipped retorts and satiric variations on the canned phrases - three classes' worth of paper have large letters indicating that Dr. Rivers says "nucular." And misspells "negitive." And I am accumulating quotes...would you like a sampling? (If you haven't noticed yet, I am feeling very un-student-ish, positively unindustrious, tonight.)

"[King] David never took a course at USI in English 105." Dr. Rivers, on symbolism (i.e. Nathan's parable)
"Poe is a writer that certainly introduced us to that aspect of the human experience." Dr. Rivers on insanity... :D
A phrase he's used three times, which I am incessantly fond of, is the "hieroglyphic impingement of data." Just listen to the rhetorician... :D

*sighs* I am a bad college student, to-night...the glamour has worn off, the thrill of Classes and Papers and As and just the sophism in general...yes, Katharine, there are other analytical people in the world. They teach classes, and they will appreciate the fact that you write in long sentences. But - and this is the line in the story I've reached - so what?

Thank You, Lord, that I don't have to run eight rounds of this, that I only have one semester to see all my faults paraded and praised before me. I am a few steps closer to being cured of intellectualism for its own sake. One more class, harder and infinitely more purposed, next semester - I intend to have all the praise I'm receiving now very forcibly knocked out of me - and then a world where all is for the Glory. For the Glory, and so the heads are not bloated and empty - the Glory asks Love, not knowledge. All profits, or it falls in the whirlwind. And no one will debate whether Poe really was mad, or disclaim a list of twenty thematic assumptions, or parody William Haines Lytle in their post-titles... :) and I will not be comfortable. Or ace tests. Or sit in a library, evenings, and try to make my thoughts congeal.
But I will be running with other people better and stronger than myself, who want to see You glorified -- and oh, am I wrong in wanting that to become exponential, to want other strangers to run with? Not yet. I know. But oh, God...I am impatient...