The downward spiral of poitless academia, Standing on the brink of

I have a confession. I applied to Cambridge university. Twice.

Though I try to blot out the moral ramifications of this fact, the bastards have, on my second year through the system, put me in the infamous 'pool', where they are watching me drown mercilessly. In two days I will have my THIRD interview date of the saga.

However, there are positive side-effects to this miserable trilogy. Preparing for a Cambridge interview is a remarkably soul-enhancing experience. I'm a big fan of inspiration in all its forms, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. Because of Cambridge, I've introduced myself to the likes of Durkhiem, Habbermas, Rouseau, and Goffman. I've become a pseudo expert on world affairs. And it's fascinating.

And so my second confession - I don't care if it rips any kind of integrity I might once have had to shreds - is that I want to get into Cambridge. I want to study how society causes all human ills, how politicians are a product of their own political culture, and how the human brain makes all this possible.

This time through the grater, I've been particularly struck by how angry I get when I read the umteenth article about suffering multitudes in Bombay. HOW THE HELL DID WE LET THIS HAPPEN???

WHY ARE WE NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT THE CLIMATE???

WHY DO ISRAELIS AND PALESTINIANS BEHAVE IN INCOMPREHENSIBLE WAYS?

WHY DOESN'T THE US MILITARY AND THE TALIBAN COME TO A PEACEABLE AGREEMENT, AND GROW FRUIT INSTEAD OF POPPIES???

DOES NO ONE WANT THE SUFFERING TO END?

And why do we think of people as objects, still?