What is out there....

The beauty of the academic world is that just when you begin to feel you have made some progress in understanding, some Professor or book smacks you up side the head, sending you spinning in your swivel chair, ending up with the very sobering feeling that in fact you know nothing and never will. 

 The other day Mary and I were having another one of our conversations about the fact that our futures in academics are pretty much non-existent. Later that day I received a text that said, " I know what we can do when school doesn't work out" the answer was " Be tennis commentators".

So that has been stuck in my head for the last couple of days; the idea that I am probably not even qualified enough for that has really been what has been floating around my head. 

I wonder what it is that I really know, I mean supposedly after you have taken a certain amount of classes you know something, but I really doubt that I actually know anything. This term I am having to drag myself to class and drag myself to do the assignments and I hate it! What I hate more is that I can't get over myself enough to find a way to be invested in my classes, I should care, I know I should, but the problem is I keep going to the library and find myself wandering the aisles and there in the copious miles of books I find what I am invested in.

 Dammit what do I do with that though?   Tennis Commentator it is then.