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ColeRileySecondPaper 4 - 19 May 2024 - Main.ColeRiley
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It is strongly recommended that you include your outline in the body of your essay by using the outline as section titles. The headings below are there to remind you how section and subsection titles are formatted. | | | Love
These few weeks have taught me what love looks like in times of crisis. I treat love as a concrete feeling just as identifiable as I feel hot or I feel cold. It’s just as clear cut as I feel pain or I feel pleasure. So absent the romantic context, this form of love came to the forefront recently. Love is looking out for all my friends who were all legally practicing their First Amendment rights while also following the clear guidelines set out by the president of the university. Love is handing out umbrellas in the rain, coats in the cold, and walking each other home at night, scared the police get trigger-happy or power-hungry. Love was the grace given by professors and the support by peers. Love was the text messages from people from past lives making sure I was ok. There was nothing that the books or essays could have done in these moments that love did. Academia was of no comfort to me. Regardless of this fact, boy is it scary. Academia in many ways is safe. I promised my momma I’d be safe. But I promised my people I wouldn’t become that. A lawyer makes things happen in society using words but that path too can be dangerous. When it is scary and I struggle to know what path to take, I pray. | |
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Thy kingdom will come. Thy will will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. I’ll pray for that day, won’t wait on that day. For prayer without action is a trespass to faith. Horns from Jericho blow, columns will buckle, won’t ask the pharaoh to let my people go. He won’t have a choice. | >
> | The end of higher ed (as we know it)
Words don’t begin to capture the rage students have who did everything that was asked of them. Do well in school. Go to college. Get a job. The dream is yours. We did well in school and they begin to say grades don’t matter. The CEOs were C students. We weren’t deterred. We went to college ans studied something we were passionate about. They began to say college isn’t important anymore. It’s not what you know it’s who you know. We weren’t deterred. We graduated. We drowned in debt. Couldn’t get a job and we’re told we’re the fools? A higher education system that steals the potential earnings of students forcing them into careers that they do not want to pay for a major that did not care about is not education but a class divider. When higher education is driven by profit,its contents determined by empire, and its purpose determined by donors, there is no education but indoctrination. What free inquiry remains is tokenistic, existing for the sole purpose of saying that it does exist. This semester has exemplified this. I truly believe there will always be a need for college. Four years to study a field of your choosing is a net social positive for everyone. However, there will be articles and think pieces in the coming years saying that college is no longer necessary. Some may say it should not exist except for professional skills. I believe this throws the baby out with the bath water. Education will always be a necessity. It is just the current incarnation of it that has lost its depth. | | | | |
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< | Your earthly kingdom begins once the empire ends, but it won’t fall without some noise. Lead us not through perpetual subjugation, but deliver us from evil. My glass bottle runneth over, and ethanol stains my clothes. The flame in my spirit materializes. You promised not to bring water like last time but told us to bring the fire next time. As long as in this earthly body I dwell, I know the lord will guide me well. Can’t help but smile as I bless this cocktail. So every day I wake up, I’m raising hell.
Note: This is just a prayer/poem to encourage and remind me to fight for what is right every day and should not be interpreted as a call for violence. The gist of the entire essay is me trying to balance academics with activism. My need to clarify that echoes my exact sentiment about hyper surveillance. Forgive me for sometimes diving back into my slam poetry past when writing about empire. I promise the symbolic Molotov cocktail thrown at the unnamed amorphous idea of empire is less violent than the real bullet holes the actual empire put in this school's walls. Some write to prove something. I write to make you feel something. You tell me which one will make you move. | | |
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