Trying to process all the literature, philosophy, history, sociology, and ethics that I’ve been subjected to over the last two days is like trying to drink out of a fire hose. For all of my 51 years that I can remember I’ve been trying to learn new things–sometimes to a point that might be considered obsessive. At this point I’m wondering if maybe there’s no more room in my head for anything else. Maybe I’m full.
Sometimes I envy our son, who can recall something perfectly after reading it one time. I, on the other hand, sometimes can recall nothing of something I just read. But I think that if I learned more easily it might have made me lazy about studying.
In any event, I’m coming out of this class with more stuff in my head than I started it with.
What I’ll do with it is another question.