An Ode to Those Who Hate Learning

This is my ode to those who hate learn­ing. This is my ode to those who com­plain when they have to read Shake­speare and moan when they have to bal­ance a chem­i­cal equa­tion. This is my ode to those who ask when they have will have to fac­tor poly­no­mial equa­tions or under­stand Newton’s laws of motion in “real life.” This is my ode to those who hate math and physics. I would greatly appre­ci­ate it if you never used a bridge, watched tele­vi­sion, or lis­tened to the radio again if you aren’t going to appre­ci­ate the care­ful math and physics that went into their respec­tive creations.

This is my ode to those who deem biol­ogy an elab­o­rate scheme of nomen­cla­ture. This is my ode to those who think under­stand­ing the work­ings of pho­to­syn­the­sis is a waste of time. Next time you are seri­ously sick and need med­ical atten­tion, I would appre­ci­ate it if you called your local shaman instead of the respec­tive biol­o­gists and chemists that you will be rely­ing on to save your life.

This is my ode to those who have put down a Dick­ens’ novel because it was “too hard to read.” This is my ode to those who have refused to watch a Char­lie Chap­lin film because it was silent. This is my ode to those who have never enjoyed a Frank Sina­tra tune or danced the twist because it was “too old fash­ioned.” I would appre­ci­ate it if you sat and did noth­ing all day because though sci­ence is the means by which we sur­vive, art is the means by which we live and every tele­vi­sion show, film, and musi­cal artist around today stands on the shoul­ders of yesterday’s artis­tic giants.

This is my ode to those think that ancient his­tory has no impact on their lives. This is my ode to those who don’t real­ize that the same immi­gra­tion issues that plague the United States’s polit­i­cal arena today are the same that have plagued our great nation since it’s incep­tion. (This is my ode to those who aren’t sure what the word incep­tion means but just know it as a Christo­pher Nolan film.) This is my ode to those who don’t real­ize the sig­nif­i­cance of Rus­sia annex­ing the Ukraine because they never cared to learn about the rise and fall of the Soviet Union. (This is my ode to those who don’t even know what that last sen­tence was refer­ring to.) I would greatly appre­ci­ate it if you stopped pre­tend­ing that you under­stood what was going on the world when you don’t really under­stand its foundations.

This is my ode to those who deem phi­los­o­phy stu­pid. (In that, you have actu­ally just pur­ported a phi­los­o­phy.) This is my ode to those who think the­ol­ogy is the study of sense­less belief. This is my ode to those who don’t real­ize that most of their ideas about gov­ern­ment and prop­erty rights come from the likes of Thomas Hobbes and John Locke. This is my ode to those who don’t real­ize the affect that Friedrich Niet­zsche has had on their imme­di­ate life phi­los­o­phy. (This is my ode to those who don’t real­ize that I just used the word ‘affect’ in the wrong way.) This is my ode to those that don’t real­ize that every impor­tant deci­sion they have ever made is grounded in a phi­los­o­phy. This is my ode to those who think that we shouldn’t think about how we think. (This is my ode to those who think that I just used the word think too many times in the last sen­tence.) This is my ode to those who think God is a thing of the past. This is my ode to those who hate learn­ing because when you cease to learn you cease to live.

Boston College Student. Wearer of Extra Medium Pants. Lover of the Key of C#m. Collector of Wishing Well Change. Writer of Your Thoughts.

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