university-of-life

There are some things you can__ learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life... the only college where everyone is a permanent student.

Life is a continue learning process.Each day presents an opportunity for learning.

Stay strong. Focus on the ultimate goal.

I love to teach children science.

I've learned far too much to know everything.

We are capable of learning.

How could we love books more than money? This is the state of book lovers.

Life gives us experiences for personal development. Appreciate the lessons and be a learner.

The world of books is my fantasy.

...Come on let__ see the degree._ Katherine unrolled her scroll displaying a long declaration in Latin affixed with a red seal proclaiming her a Master of Art. __magine working for years to obtain a piece of paper we can hardly read _ Katherine joked. __nd to officially declare you have talent _ Suzy returned.

Ah college years, those were the days. Pure freedom ... leaving home for the first time_the parties_"What about the tutorials, the lectures, the large building with all the books called the __ibrary_?___s that what those were?_ Gerry blithely replied.

My expectations from the university were perhaps too idealistic. I had dreams of learning things about innovation and discovery in the field of technology, but all of it hit the ground hard, when I faced with the pathetic reality of the so-called higher education system. To my surprise, I found myself stuck behind the walls of meaningless facts, figures and rankings. It occurred to me that, it was not actually a place for education, rather it was a place where you go to get your head filled with useless undigested information, that you__ probably never use throughout your entire life. It was not education, and moreover, it was definitely not science.

The last year of her college career was wheeling slowly round. She could see ahead her examination and her departure. She had the ash of disillusion gritting under her teeth. Would the next move turn out the same? Always the shining doorway ahead; and then, upon approach, always the shining doorway was a gate into another ugly yard, dirty and active and dead. Always the crest of the hill gleaming ahead under heaven: and then, from the top of the hill only another sordid valley full of amorphous, squalid activity.

So many books to read, will I ever finish reading?