How's it Cohen - Issue 2

exams.

shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? no, i shalln’t. the ebullient encumbrance we effusively exclaim to be educational to enjoy for our own edification is what one might reference as an exam. exams are kind of like rancid milk. everyone claims to despise its smell but at the same time most people find something alluring about its seizure of one’s olfaction. exams have that same allure. a tv show you disagree with at every level but can’t help but watch every second of. the dundee awards of our meaningless lives, if you will. a difficult exam can be like a symphony. its all very erotic. do you like apples? how about them apples.

if studying for exams was a psychosexual stage of development, it would be the latent stage. i guess that makes exams the genital stage of adolescence—interesting. exams can further confuse us in our struggle a meaningful life and a meaningless one on this pale blue dot. but the muddled confusion that confronts us in these trying times will be the maelstrom from which either greatness, failure, or mediocrity is born. i was ubiquitously born (e.g South Boston, Hunter’s car, the White House, etc.) but now i am forced into emerging from a single storm. they say the noise, the chaos, is what will level out and dissipate, what is ugly about this world will disappear, but i’ve found this chaos is what is truly beautiful about the universe. it is not some mistake in the measurement of the system. the chaos is the system. exams attempt to extract order from this chaos but they fail miserably by being unable to recognize true order is an impossibility. human beings are not defined in boxes for just as the meaning or concepts are, as described by ludwig wittgenstein, human beings are a liquid within a certain area but with undefined boundaries and fluid, changeable movement within. i am not a box; i am an amorphous, nebulous cloud of love and hate, peace and war, happiness and depression, ease and strife, levity and hostility, freedom and constraint, fortitude and fear, life and death. this is what we all are.

happiness is a fallacy. exams, just like death, are inevitable yet deserve to be avoided at all costs. we must strive to not go gently into that good night. the trick is to have always been within that good night. you merely adopted the good night; i was born in it. if school is a city, exams are the red light district—a sordid pile in which only the depraved thrive. aren’t we all just a little depraved, a little messy, a little broken? we must now choose betwixt infinite hope and infinite reality. life or exams. i can only hope that you choose wisely.

shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? no, i shalln’t. the ebullient encumbrance we effusively exclaim to be educational to enjoy for our own edification is what one might reference as an exam. exams are kind of like rancid milk. everyone claims to despise its smell but at the same time most people find something alluring about its seizure of one’s olfaction. exams have that same allure. a tv show you disagree with at every level but can’t help but watch every second of. the dundee awards of our meaningless lives, if you will. a difficult exam can be like a symphony. its all very erotic. do you like apples? how about them apples.

if studying for exams was a psychosexual stage of development, it would be the latent stage. i guess that makes exams the genital stage of adolescence—interesting. exams can further confuse us in our struggle a meaningful life and a meaningless one on this pale blue dot. but the muddled confusion that confronts us in these trying times will be the maelstrom from which either greatness, failure, or mediocrity is born. i was ubiquitously born (e.g South Boston, Hunter’s car, the White House, etc.) but now i am forced into emerging from a single storm. they say the noise, the chaos, is what will level out and dissipate, what is ugly about this world will disappear, but i’ve found this chaos is what is truly beautiful about the universe. it is not some mistake in the measurement of the system. the chaos is the system. exams attempt to extract order from this chaos but they fail miserably by being unable to recognize true order is an impossibility. human beings are not defined in boxes for just as the meaning or concepts are, as described by ludwig wittgenstein, human beings are a liquid within a certain area but with undefined boundaries and fluid, changeable movement within. i am not a box; i am an amorphous, nebulous cloud of love and hate, peace and war, happiness and depression, ease and strife, levity and hostility, freedom and constraint, fortitude and fear, life and death. this is what we all are.

happiness is a fallacy. exams, just like death, are inevitable yet deserve to be avoided at all costs. we must strive to not go gently into that good night. the trick is to have always been within that good night. you merely adopted the good night; i was born in it. if school is a city, exams are the red light district—a sordid pile in which only the depraved thrive. aren’t we all just a little depraved, a little messy, a little broken? we must now choose betwixt infinite hope and infinite reality. life or exams. i can only hope that you choose wisely.