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The more you know

I don't like studying much. I did not like doing homework too much.  What I do like is learning.  I do not think that they amount to the same thing, studying and learning. My idea of the perfect university would be one where I could come sit. listen and allow myself to just learn, rid of the pressure to retain every single detail in the fear that I would be tested on those. But of course, there are problems with this model, as we discussed in class last week because this does not allow the person leading the class to know how the students did.  Putting a grade value on this seems so subjective, because how can you grade learning. I feel like I sometimes learn as much by watching films or reading books and article at home as I do by attending lectures. But nobody can give me a degree for watching films at home. I feel that I can express as much about what I have learned by discussing a particular artwork with friends than I do when I write a paper about it for school purpose.  This just to say how much what we discuss in class makes me question the way I have always done school without really thinking about how I do it. 
The important thing for me, however, is that school has made me discover a wonderful feeling. I have discovered that I could never be done. I will never be done learning, and although to some that can seem like a burdensome thing to think about, I am joyous to realise this. In the end, the more I know, the less I know. The more I learn, the more questions I have and the more there are areas of discovery that open themselves to me.  Isn't this fantastic? 

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