Endless Journey

One evening I was with an Adam. We talked about what we wanted in the future. I told him that I’d like to pursue higher education (I was working on my second grad on that moment). He told me that he wasn’t into academia world and all those theories (no no don’t get it wrong, he held his Master already and he’s one of the brightest person I’ve met in my life). He told me that he’s more into practical world. I told him that I loved school, that’s all. So it’s not really about those pieces of paper called diplomas. He listened to me and after a while he told me that he might want to return to school and get settled.

Few months after that evening, I was chatting with a professor friend of mine. He’s a nice bloke and loves school. He got his PhD when he was my age. I asked him how many years he had spent at school, and he said it’s about 27 years. I was 27 on that day, and I started counting how many years I had spent at school. Boom…I had spent 23.5 years in my life sitting at school (even though I cannot say I sat quietly). Then my friend and I looked at each other and realized how hilarious it was. We spent almost of our lives at school. We entered one school after another like crazy, as if there’s nothing else to do. I shouted at him,”And what we’ve got?” I asked him. My friend burst his laughter,”Well I got some pieces of paper that I don’t keep well.” replied him. Indeed I would get into trouble if I need to submit my documents, since I cannot recall where I keep them.