Today, I went back to college.
Normally I love college. I mean, in the past, college has felt like home. I’ve felt comfortable there. I gobbled up any knowledge the professors were willing to give. I read hundreds of books. I wrote hundreds of papers. I interacted with other students. I even set up my tent at the library.
Last time I checked, colleges and universities were hubs for learning. They existed to create better citizens. Knowledge was shared. Ideas were tested. Progress was made. Instead, today, I saw regress. Bodies were flaunted. Attire was displayed. Men acted like animals. Maybe I’m already turning into a grumpy old man at the age of twenty-five. Maybe I’m more grounded and mature now that I have a wife and child. Maybe I felt like I was regressing because I was returning as an undergraduate after already completing some graduate work.
Or maybe I’m becoming more aware of a thing called decadence.
Sorry to be a downer. But I’m not sorry for speaking the truth. Oh, one last thing–I decided to drop my class.