“I think I know why.”

‘They’ don’t aspire, this popular, cultural social buff, and drunk by psychological definition. O’ lament oust alegre.

[I hate your prized 'what' losers, posture children of the studious, green eyed slime. I despise them.]

“I think I know why.”

‘They’ don’t aspire, this popular, cultural social buff, and drunk by psychological definition. O’ lament oust alegre.

[I hate your prized 'what' losers, posture children of the studious, green eyed slime. I despise them.]

My first student/teacher crush was with an art
historian.

This woman was remarkable, and married. I’d could kiss her
breath, like the lilac in the Song of Solomon.

She was Italian with a masters degree. Though her course was challenging, and ‘brain cramming’, I was motivated. I received a just grade, A.

I have not felt that way with any ‘obsessive compulsive’ post grad. I know where to draw the line. But if I were gay, I could kiss this ‘one’ male instructor.

I
haven’t felt that kind of motivation in a while, and Fresno State’s
head hunters look for unique departmental administrative leaders to insure professorship is quality for model. As a student in observation, I dare not.

Instructors are squashed at the university level, like cigarette butts. In fact, they suffer a lot for not having a post grad degree, and would rather call themselves professors, God forbid.

I
graduated from a Junior college first. The Register (Tulare) reported
that Junior College Graduates have a difficult time succeeding in a four
year university. I think I know why.

Of course, you don’t have
to agree with my ‘I’ language. It merely suggests qualitative data, and
not the quantitative data a post grade requires.

I think one
can simply be over educated. At that point it is no longer
appealing.

I have writer’s block.

I need to reaffirm. Specialization is the “buzz”, and has merit in
education, non-profit organizations, government, and other types of
organizations – profit organizations doesn’t float their boats however.

Specializing is so tight that it has no special interdisciplinary
hindsight; no vision, no appeal. It aspires to argue, otherwise the one that
specializes becomes dormant. The institution needs grind.

These groups
that are being led by post graduates are frustrating me. There is a
foreseeable negative impact as a result of these post grads building
value in their intellectual capability, and education.

Its an ego
buster stupefying innovation for those organizations that have
integrated decentralized platforms.

In these platforms the little
person is a vital human resource. Its value is well worth the expense,
in fact it is more of an investment. I developed writers block, because
some other institution of mass media, argued (intellectually), that
writing poetry, or lyric does not promote the fundamentals of English
composition.

That’s a lie, its an assumption.

Plus, I lost my flow.

My
professors are so critical, instead of encouraging, they discourage
(I’m sure its to weave out those not worthy of the next level in the
educational hierarchy, only the best can be doctors, but I am of course a conspiracy theorist). I respect the medical profession, and no other discipline that requires a masters/doctorates at this point in my life.

The thing is, I am not as impacted by
the scholarly works of post grades, like I am of those works coming
from prose. Where ‘I’ language, and ‘we’ language is used. Teary.

They are so easy to identify (post grades), to include those that model this dead society. Electrify Frankenstein.

I imagine, the Flaneur, has lost all associative ability; which is why ‘it’ would rather have not graduated a doctor.

[I need a job. I imagine this was another great plunder.]

My first student/teacher crush was with an art
historian.

This woman was remarkable, and married. I’d could kiss her
breath, like the lilac in the Song of Solomon.

She was Italian with a masters degree. Though her course was challenging, and ‘brain cramming’, I was motivated. I received a just grade, A.

I have not felt that way with any ‘obsessive compulsive’ post grad. I know where to draw the line. But if I were gay, I could kiss this ‘one’ male instructor.

I
haven’t felt that kind of motivation in a while, and Fresno State’s
head hunters look for unique departmental administrative leaders to insure professorship is quality for model. As a student in observation, I dare not.

Instructors are squashed at the university level, like cigarette butts. In fact, they suffer a lot for not having a post grad degree, and would rather call themselves professors, God forbid.

I
graduated from a Junior college first. The Register (Tulare) reported
that Junior College Graduates have a difficult time succeeding in a four
year university. I think I know why.

Of course, you don’t have
to agree with my ‘I’ language. It merely suggests qualitative data, and
not the quantitative data a post grade requires.

I think one
can simply be over educated. At that point it is no longer
appealing.

I have writer’s block.

I need to reaffirm. Specialization is the “buzz”, and has merit in
education, non-profit organizations, government, and other types of
organizations – profit organizations doesn’t float their boats however.

Specializing is so tight that it has no special interdisciplinary
hindsight; no vision, no appeal. It aspires to argue, otherwise the one that
specializes becomes dormant. The institution needs grind.

These groups
that are being led by post graduates are frustrating me. There is a
foreseeable negative impact as a result of these post grads building
value in their intellectual capability, and education.

Its an ego
buster stupefying innovation for those organizations that have
integrated decentralized platforms.

In these platforms the little
person is a vital human resource. Its value is well worth the expense,
in fact it is more of an investment. I developed writers block, because
some other institution of mass media, argued (intellectually), that
writing poetry, or lyric does not promote the fundamentals of English
composition.

That’s a lie, its an assumption.

Plus, I lost my flow.

My
professors are so critical, instead of encouraging, they discourage
(I’m sure its to weave out those not worthy of the next level in the
educational hierarchy, only the best can be doctors, but I am of course a conspiracy theorist). I respect the medical profession, and no other discipline that requires a masters/doctorates at this point in my life.

The thing is, I am not as impacted by
the scholarly works of post grades, like I am of those works coming
from prose. Where ‘I’ language, and ‘we’ language is used. Teary.

They are so easy to identify (post grades), to include those that model this dead society. Electrify Frankenstein.

I imagine, the Flaneur, has lost all associative ability; which is why ‘it’ would rather have not graduated a doctor.

[I need a job. I imagine this was another great plunder.]