Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for May 19, 2014
Transcript:
I am graduating. I should look at this as a positive experience, especially being at the top of my class. However, in retrospect, I cannot say that I am any more intelligent that my peers. I can attest that I am only the best at doing what I am told and working the system. Yet, here I stand, and I am supposed to be proud that I have completed this period of indoctrination. I will leave in the fall to go on the next phase expected to me, in order to receive a paper document that certifies that I am capable of work. But I contest that I am a human being. A thinker, an adventurer-not a worker. A worker is someone who is trapped within repetition. A slave of the system set up before him. But now, I have successfully shown that I was the best slave. I did what I was told to the extreme. While others sat in class and doodled to later become great artists, I sat in class to take notes, and become a great test-taker. While others would come to class without their homework because they were reading about an interest of theirs I never missed an assignment. While others were creating music and writing lyrics, I decided to do extra credit. Even though I never needed it. I wonder, why did I even want this position? Sure, I earned it. But what will come of it? When I leave educational institutionalism, will I be successful? Or forever lost? I have no clue about what I want to do with my life. I have no interests because I saw every subject of study as work, and I excelled at every subject for the purpose of excelling, not learning. And white frankly now I'm scared. -Erica Goldson
You can excel and be a free spirit. You can “do as you will” and be merely a slave to slackdom with futile wishing. The class doodler is as much a robot as the depicted robot, for they are not only wasting the space but failing to pursue the dream. Don’t whine about the “system” or the “institution” when it’s you who didn’t come to it as a person awake. It’s not the job of the public schools, the university, the temple, your parents, or even the master to bring you awake. That’s your job. And if you do your job, neither the schools nor the master will corrupt you.
A swing and a miss for Zen Pencils.