My dream of academia

Is an idealized one

Mr. Chips and the Paper Chase

Classes of five hundred

In lecture halls the size of stadiums

Students focused

Totally absorbed

Hands flying skyward

With thoughts, questions

And answers

Always thinking

Always searching

Always seeking the challenge

Digesting facts and adding knowledge

Connecting dots from places obscure

Yet always looking for hidden meanings

Layers and levels and subtexts

That clarifies cognition

And opens the portal

Of the enigma unknown

thoughtful academia

◄ Lydia

To Start Another Day ►


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