We "Other Graduate Students"

Maybe it is a cop-out, an inexcusable excuse to say that we never have time to do the things we love to do or should do; but why does my sense of motivation and enthusiasm hinge on the lack of time? Is it just a universal excuse to buffer ourselves from guilt?

Every week in theory class we post our reading comments and questions online, you know, to critically engage in the texts and create a dialogue amongst other students by attempting to work out the theories together, as a collaborative effort. Each week interesting/problematic questions are posed, which enlighten and challege us to percieve a range of possible interpretations -- sometimes disoveries , even "new" problems are fleshed out of the ideas and questions that confront us, which in lots of ways is exhilarating, if not just self-inflicting pain. As the weeks pass by, however, the follow-up posts continue to decline, perhaps symptomatic of post-midterm syndrome. Of course, that's not to suggest that a lack of engagement in the works has ensued, though at times posting questions has become a drudgery of sorts for some, as well as a risk of self-exposure. Perhaps I, too, feel that posting questions has become more and more like a chore -- that is, we just want to get through our classes, do our deed, and continue with our lives, whatever that might be.

So there is sadness at the thought of the myriad of unanswered questions floating around, if only until another work strikes us, a moment that will boost our intellectual groove of curiosity.