As we students relaxed in the summer light of the courtyard auditorium, breathing in the heavenly aroma of the roses, Professor Bruce began the his lecture. "Monogamy (over polygamy) induced societal changes partly through the reduction in tesosterone levels in males who, in greater numbers, we able to marry and become fathers. Poverty extremes work against this stablising force in multiple ways, yet the most obvious is that fewer males will feel that they will have the economic ability to marry and support children. A society may look at two main ways to correct this. One is to put more economic support in place for the poorest in society, to make family life viable. To not do this risks the other dire 'solution' of striking out at women's rights, to compel them to marry and/or become mothers even if their best interests are served by remaining single and taking care of only themselves. We now see the rise in calls for both support for the cost of living and misogynistic behaviours to restrict the rights of women. The only good choice for societal stability is supporting the poor and we have centuries of anthropology to support this conclusion," he said. At these words a hundred heart propelled pens began to move in unison.
The master learner attains the high levels of mastery because they are humble enough within to learn. Thus masters are humble of spirit. Yet, student, they are the boss of you because they are the master! Confidence is not ego. Earned skill is not ego. Being of greater ability is not ego. Assuming you can become a master in such short time is ego. Become an apprentice so that one day your master will be proud that you exceeded them. That is what real mastery is.
Nobody in his family had any real education, but he knew he was clever. He knew people in his family were clever - God, the wit on some of them! Isn't that intelligence? It takes a lot of brains to tell tall tales that well, and his folk had that down to a fine art. Now he was a student, learning the kind of things he could never explain to anyone back home. It was like stepping through the looking glass into an entirely new dimension.
It was hard to say in the pandemic years why there weren't different rules for the self contained university campus students. If they could be their own community and not interact with the locals, or at least only to a minimal degree, and the virus wasn't much of an issue for the young - then why not let them have a fairly normal life? Halls weren't built for social distancing or isolation. It's tiny bedrooms of a very prison-esque design and, for most, shared bathrooms and kitchens. In essence, a university hall is one household not many. You wouldn't ask families to stay in their bedrooms, right?
There he was, a student ready for university, after so long as her boy. He was a man. A young man, admittedly, still needing her for little things, still looking to her to right his ship in the storms of new challenges. Any mother would be proud, and she certainly was.
She was the kind of student that reputations of grand universities are built on yet rarely acknowledge, for the brilliance of her wit spurred on the rest of her cohort to higher heights.
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