I feel like whenever I tried to study philosophy or critical theory in uni my lessons always went like this:
Prof: "So, it's like x."
Me: "Like x, got it"
Prof: "No, you misunderstand. It's xy."
Me: "Okay… xy. I get it."
Prof: "No, no, it's more than that. It's x(y+z)"
Me: "… soooo x(y+z)?"
Prof: "No, you're not listening, it's √(π(x(y+z))^(γ / φ))"
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The only time I've cried when writing an essay was when I was driven to tears trying to write one about the Platonic Ideals. 🤬
To be fair, I got a Fine Arts degree, and even trying to relate to my peers on the same level about contemporary/modern fine art made be feel the same way, so ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯
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