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Nov. 28th, 2006 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
polutropeFirstly, there is a horrible Christmas display at the park entrance outside my house. They've managed to take three colors which are perfectly fine on their own and combine them to make what can only be described as a 'sickly glow.'
Secondly, I am thisclose to taking a big damn hammer and smashing my damn printer in, because it doesn't work!
Thirdly, and this might not make much sense,
Call to Heroics: The voices of our family, tradition, etc.
The Helping Female: College councilors!
The Evil Father-figure: Time. Application deadlines fast approach.
Trials and tribulations: Taking tests, writing personal statement.
Entrance into the belly of the beast: Sending applications off, necessitating the
Rescue from Outside: The letter sent from the college, rescuing the applicant from the beast Ignorance.
Return to the World: Graduation from college.
The college functions as both the object of the quest and the rescuer; it is by the grace of the admissions officer that we are granted or denied entrance into the Earthly Paradise. Yet we have traveled – in our minds, that is – to catch Admission: she is like Lynette, who would choose her savior.
We are not all heroes. We are ordinary people called to take on the journey of the hero, and that is why so many of us fail. We cannot stand Lynette’s derision, and turn back when she calls us so many kitchen-boys; we are affrighted by the trials, and fail them; we are broken under the burden of approaching Time.
The ultimate goal of our quest as applicants (or what that goal should be) is Knowledge, the true goal of any quest. The true ‘hero’ among us applicants can find this Truth and Knowledge anywhere, and perhaps that is the Truth that our quest imparts to us.
After admission, we must hang for four years on the Tree of Knowledge, and be made to suffer through tests and papers; we must make graver sacrifices than a single eye. We must give our hours and days. Yet we emerge purified by our work.
See, I have proof that Campbell eats your brain.
Secondly, I am thisclose to taking a big damn hammer and smashing my damn printer in, because it doesn't work!
Thirdly, and this might not make much sense,
Call to Heroics: The voices of our family, tradition, etc.
The Helping Female: College councilors!
The Evil Father-figure: Time. Application deadlines fast approach.
Trials and tribulations: Taking tests, writing personal statement.
Entrance into the belly of the beast: Sending applications off, necessitating the
Rescue from Outside: The letter sent from the college, rescuing the applicant from the beast Ignorance.
Return to the World: Graduation from college.
The college functions as both the object of the quest and the rescuer; it is by the grace of the admissions officer that we are granted or denied entrance into the Earthly Paradise. Yet we have traveled – in our minds, that is – to catch Admission: she is like Lynette, who would choose her savior.
We are not all heroes. We are ordinary people called to take on the journey of the hero, and that is why so many of us fail. We cannot stand Lynette’s derision, and turn back when she calls us so many kitchen-boys; we are affrighted by the trials, and fail them; we are broken under the burden of approaching Time.
The ultimate goal of our quest as applicants (or what that goal should be) is Knowledge, the true goal of any quest. The true ‘hero’ among us applicants can find this Truth and Knowledge anywhere, and perhaps that is the Truth that our quest imparts to us.
After admission, we must hang for four years on the Tree of Knowledge, and be made to suffer through tests and papers; we must make graver sacrifices than a single eye. We must give our hours and days. Yet we emerge purified by our work.
See, I have proof that Campbell eats your brain.
