The origins of the present crisis
I am regarded by my peers and family as an intelligent guy, capable of great things. The problem is, I believed them. Hitherto I had regarded myself as intelligent guy capable of great things. The problem with this belief is that it coexisted with my disposition towards idleness and the fact that I have always swam in small ponds (Apolyton being a possible exception... I have always felt intellectually inferior on this forum). My primary school was the smallest in my town (in a rural region), as was my high school, and my University of Choice is 2nd rate in a 2nd rate state. I had the option of doing a BA at the best University in the State, but I chose Griffith because it supposedly had the best Political science faculty. However, looking back on my degree (I'm the second half of my third year, which is the last compulsory year), I realize that Politics has been peripheral to my overall intellectual preferences; that being social sciences in general and philosophy. I have really not taken to politics with any passion and as such I feel that I am inadequately instructed in that field (as I am in all others)
All of this boils down to a major crisis. I have done very well so far in each subject I have done (all to do with politics, political economy and sociology)... but I feel that given the quality of the University, the intellectual culture of the state in which I live (not to mention the country as a whole), and a perceived complacency in the teaching academics, I feel I have been given an easy ride, at the expense of any possible development of truly rigorous thought and reflection.
Crisis realized
Although my anxieties regarding this problem have been present with me for almost a year now, the revelation really only crystallized for me this morning when I attended the first lecture of the philosophy course I enrolled in this semester; Being, Consciousness, Existence... which examines the philosophies of Hegel, Nietzsche, and Heidegger. The first lecture was dedicated to an overview of Kant and his predecessors; notably Plato, Parmenides, the Medieval Nominalists and Realists, David Hume and Leibniz. I didn't really know what to expect, but I suppose that subconsciously I expected to distinguish myself in the seminar discussions (after all, I knew a thing or too about the philosophers in question, and I was a third year student enrolled in a second year course). How wrong I was. How arrogant I was. I believe I experienced what the Greeks term "aporia". Well, relatively speaking, anyway.
Whereas in most of my other courses I was a dominant figure in the discussions (perhaps due to the ignorance/shyness/indifference of the other students), I discovered that philosophy students, as opposed to almost every other student I'd encountered, were actually passionate and extremely well informed about what they are studying. I discovered that the lecturer was out to challenge the students, not merely guide them along like babies and clap everytime someone says a big word (an exagerration, but that's how it felt sometimes with other lecturers).
Don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed about this. Rather, I'm absolutely elated that I've finally found a subject where I will be truly challenged to go beyond myself. I'm stoked to know that I will have difficulty with the concepts in the course and that I will have trouble keeping up with the pace of the lectures and discussions. I do know something about Nietzsche, and that is what he says about hardship. What does not kill me makes me stronger; mountain climbing is difficult, but it lets you see further than most people; the best philosophies are written in blood. In short, challenge and struggle are to be welcomed.
Mountain Climbing
Thus, I come to you in search of aid and counsel. Not aid and counsel as in the provision of Cliff notes, or answers to questions, but the kind Nietzsche wished upon his friends: the aid and counsel of challenge and hardship.
Over the next thirteen weeks I'm going to be keeping a log on Apolyton of what I learn this semester and I want you to challenge me, to test my knowledge, to find the limits thereof and the secrets therein to overcoming them. I know there are many intelligent people here, so I don't believe it is beyond your abilities to do these things.
I wish to learn how to think and write well. Help me. Critique my every word, sentence, paragraph. Reveal any inconsistency, any contradiction, any idleness of cognition. Lay bare all my faults and humiliate me with them. It's the only way I'm going to pick myself up.
If I seem melodramatic, it's because academia is the vocation I wish to pursue... and to be a good academic I need to change a lot about myself.
I am regarded by my peers and family as an intelligent guy, capable of great things. The problem is, I believed them. Hitherto I had regarded myself as intelligent guy capable of great things. The problem with this belief is that it coexisted with my disposition towards idleness and the fact that I have always swam in small ponds (Apolyton being a possible exception... I have always felt intellectually inferior on this forum). My primary school was the smallest in my town (in a rural region), as was my high school, and my University of Choice is 2nd rate in a 2nd rate state. I had the option of doing a BA at the best University in the State, but I chose Griffith because it supposedly had the best Political science faculty. However, looking back on my degree (I'm the second half of my third year, which is the last compulsory year), I realize that Politics has been peripheral to my overall intellectual preferences; that being social sciences in general and philosophy. I have really not taken to politics with any passion and as such I feel that I am inadequately instructed in that field (as I am in all others)
All of this boils down to a major crisis. I have done very well so far in each subject I have done (all to do with politics, political economy and sociology)... but I feel that given the quality of the University, the intellectual culture of the state in which I live (not to mention the country as a whole), and a perceived complacency in the teaching academics, I feel I have been given an easy ride, at the expense of any possible development of truly rigorous thought and reflection.
Crisis realized
Although my anxieties regarding this problem have been present with me for almost a year now, the revelation really only crystallized for me this morning when I attended the first lecture of the philosophy course I enrolled in this semester; Being, Consciousness, Existence... which examines the philosophies of Hegel, Nietzsche, and Heidegger. The first lecture was dedicated to an overview of Kant and his predecessors; notably Plato, Parmenides, the Medieval Nominalists and Realists, David Hume and Leibniz. I didn't really know what to expect, but I suppose that subconsciously I expected to distinguish myself in the seminar discussions (after all, I knew a thing or too about the philosophers in question, and I was a third year student enrolled in a second year course). How wrong I was. How arrogant I was. I believe I experienced what the Greeks term "aporia". Well, relatively speaking, anyway.
Whereas in most of my other courses I was a dominant figure in the discussions (perhaps due to the ignorance/shyness/indifference of the other students), I discovered that philosophy students, as opposed to almost every other student I'd encountered, were actually passionate and extremely well informed about what they are studying. I discovered that the lecturer was out to challenge the students, not merely guide them along like babies and clap everytime someone says a big word (an exagerration, but that's how it felt sometimes with other lecturers).
Don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed about this. Rather, I'm absolutely elated that I've finally found a subject where I will be truly challenged to go beyond myself. I'm stoked to know that I will have difficulty with the concepts in the course and that I will have trouble keeping up with the pace of the lectures and discussions. I do know something about Nietzsche, and that is what he says about hardship. What does not kill me makes me stronger; mountain climbing is difficult, but it lets you see further than most people; the best philosophies are written in blood. In short, challenge and struggle are to be welcomed.
Mountain Climbing
Thus, I come to you in search of aid and counsel. Not aid and counsel as in the provision of Cliff notes, or answers to questions, but the kind Nietzsche wished upon his friends: the aid and counsel of challenge and hardship.
Over the next thirteen weeks I'm going to be keeping a log on Apolyton of what I learn this semester and I want you to challenge me, to test my knowledge, to find the limits thereof and the secrets therein to overcoming them. I know there are many intelligent people here, so I don't believe it is beyond your abilities to do these things.
I wish to learn how to think and write well. Help me. Critique my every word, sentence, paragraph. Reveal any inconsistency, any contradiction, any idleness of cognition. Lay bare all my faults and humiliate me with them. It's the only way I'm going to pick myself up.
If I seem melodramatic, it's because academia is the vocation I wish to pursue... and to be a good academic I need to change a lot about myself.
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