I think this is probably the most iconic Calvin and Hobbes comic. And one of my favorites.
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So it's been one week since I came back to school, and already I'm getting ready for the next break. It's been an alright week; some late nights doing papers, lots of snow, lots of sitting around. We began reading Plato's Allegory of the Cave and Apology of Socrates in Paideia this week, and I'm very bummed that we had to write on I, Rigoberta Menchu (possibly the most boring book I've ever head to read, including text books) and don't get to write on Plato. No offense to Menchu, but that book didn't merit more discussion and personal agony (Paideia paper-writing) than Plato does. I mean, the father of Western philosophical thought versus a discussion of Guatemalan indigenous culture and their struggle for preservation? Okay that doesn't seem so bad now that I say it. You'd have to read the books. Which you might haha.
But anyways I've been going through some personal struggles a lot lately, as evidenced by the pretty inconsistent moods of my blog posts. And some of it I've been willing to share, but I guess there is a limit. So in the semblance of honest revelation over the web to people I've never met and who care very little about my emotional well-being, I think I could discuss my own personal emotional outlets. And it's an obvious one: music.
Sometimes my own music, and if I feel sad or pissed off or something I'll go bang on the piano in Jenson, blast out some tuba music, or break a few strings on my guitar. If not, I'll put on some blues and use it as a channel for expression. I won't try to explain how music works so well to express feelings and let them off your back, because I think everyone already knows that. But lately music has been my refuge and my outlet as I go through some pretty tough times. And to relate this to Luther, I just want to say to any prospective students, if you play music, Luther's got some really great private music rooms where, if your pissed off or sad or whatever, you can let music do its work and pound on the piano or scream your lungs out or blast your instrument. Whatever your fancy. Right now I'm fancying some Hendrix.
Take it easy,
Danny
