I have come back to my homely blogosphere after many weeks of being labeled MIA to deliver glad tidings to you all, after many weeks of disappearing into the abyss of the unknown. Today, dear Readers, I have come to you with my hands bearing a sweet gift; I come to you to deliver a message from the Higher Power, a revelation that I had just merely 72 hours ago while my mind ached with pain as I suffered from Writers Block illness, while my fingers were too weak to type even a letter on my Fujitsu as I travelled home via the Amtrak for the Labor Day weekend. Today, I have come to convey a very important fact to you all as the idea of a ninth month school year finally kicks into your brain, as you prepare to say goodbye to the cold weather that is doomed upon us. And before we know it, finals week will soon head on over. And that’s when all anxiety and nightmares are unleashed. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Anyhow, as the title suggests, it has been revealed to me during my virtual hibernation that our species Homosapian-Eutectus is not merely equivalent to a miniscule human as we had always assumed about ourselves. In fact, we must give ourselves more credit and pride knowing that we are indeed more gifted than that. We have the potential mental capacity to rule the world; the potential to be recognized as heroes. That’s right, heroes.
You see, the years we spend here is not merely a journey as we struggle and strive to earn a Pharm D. Rather, it is a quest in which we must battle the obstacles that not only come our way that inevitably exist to put us down; obstacles in the form of ferocious beasts and enemies that we formally know as exams and even worse: final exams. It is only when we battle these demons and dragons that we earn the respectable title and the bragging points that consequently follow; it is when we ultimately end one chapter of our lives and hopefully move onto the next. This quest that each of us have chosen to take on (surely one of many that we will take on in a lifetime), when finally achieved, will not only mark a milestone, but an epic as we take on the title of a true hero; a warrior who fought till the last beast was conquered and put to rest in its place. Because who said that the only heroes were Odysseus from Homer’s The Oddysey, who said that it was only characters from The Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, and Gilgamesh himself who could be given the title of a hero and/or a warrior?
If you do not cease to disbelieve me, here’s a few points about mythical heroes and epics. And here’s why we fit the description completely… (as taken from my Cultural Notes)
Patterns Of Ancient Western Myths (STLCOP Style)
1. Gods and Heroes die and come back to life.
2. Destruction of the world and then the world is reborn.
There is nothing godly about being a STLCOP student. It is notable that while we possess the strength, the courage, and the power of will to take on the curriculum, we are indeed still under the rule of our “Godly” superiors (hint: the person whom your grade depends on, the person who will affect your GPA forever and beyond) who ultimately use their power to grant us our title. But one thing is for certain, coming and leaving STLCOP is like the cycle of life. Weeks before heading onto a long weekend, we exhaust our brains enough to resemble apocalyptic zombies. It is only when we go home or take a break, even, and come home to continue on our quest that we are recharged and reborn, ready to conquer that Pharm D. once and for all.
3. The world was created by supernatural forces.
Many, many years ago around the time that the Epic of Gilgamesh was finally discovered, a group of supernatural beings came together and decided that the academic world was in need of an institution with both prestige and pride. This institution, these supernatural forces thought, would bear both a curse and a blessing. Simply having one over the other wouldn’t do, they noted as they took a rather gigantic pot and stirred both sugar and spice together, made brick walls and built a building that they would proudly call STLCOP. This building would be a blessing to the world, an opportunity for students to get their Pharm D. right out of high school, a great place to add to one’s resume, a great place to mention at a family reunion when you want to impress your relatives whom you haven’t seen in ages, or when you want to put down that one cousin that got into every Ivy League school simply because she was able to discover the existence of unicorns on Pluto. However, every good in the world comes with a price, and that price was that students would have to exchange their soul for the next couple of years if a Pharm D. is what they indeed wished for. It is only when they would graduate that they would be able to live again, when they would find something human in themselves, when they would finally be free.
And so, dear Readers, I must leave you with this. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself that you are indeed a hero. Look at your strength, your courage, and your optimism (whatever is left of it that is). Look into the empty part of your heart that once contained your soul which you will soon see again on graduation day. Look at the loans you will have to pay off, the pile of work that sits on your desk, and your phone that doesn’t hesitate to send you a million alerts from Pinterest, Twitter, and Facebook. Turn your phone off. Sit on your desk, and get to work because the study break is over.
Until my next post,