17/181

I dislike thinking about the value that other people assign to me. Yet, it’s a thought that often crosses my mind. Does X find me interesting? Am I fun enough? Will everyone leave me?

Okay, jokes, not the last one.

But legitimately, while I drive away thoughts that assign self-worth based on public perception, it does end up happening sometimes. Especially when individuals I chat with pass judgment or act differently than they usually do.

Which begs the question: why do I expect a certain kind of behaviour from a certain individual?

Moreover: why does it bother me when people act differently?

I’ve identified that the root cause of this is that I consider myself way too important in people’s lives. Which means if someone is pissed, I am clearly the reason they are upset. If someone is happy, I am clearly the reason they are happy – or rather, I ought to be.

That kind of stuff is weird.

Realizing this has made me realize I need to take life a lot less seriously than I do. Which doesn’t mean reorganizing goals and whatnot. It’s just, the whole, perspective of everyone’s doing their own thing and everyone’s got a life of their own.

And that I need to stop thinking people are acting weird exclusively because of me.

I think this’ll also help me eliminate something I spoke about earlier: my inability to deal with unexpected news that takes away things I love.

A lot of that probably also comes from assigning value to your own time and your own sense of being.

As you can see, I’m caught in a spiral with this one, so I’m going to end this here.

Nothing like looking at you roommate sleeping to get you thinking, am I right?

Also wow! I just realized. Marriage, and having a partner is literally like having a roommate for the rest of your life.

How weird.

16/181

Today, I spent time thinking about why I started blogging. What magical thing went off in my brain and said “hey, you’ve got things to say, maybe people will read them! or maybe not, but you’ve got things to say, and you should say them anyway!”

The first blog I started was this formalized thing on blogspot my mother coerced me into. It was a thinly veiled attempt to explore my passion for English. Every post I put up was something I had crafted over a week of ideating, discussing with one of my parents, and then typing it out. Each post had a picture that it was uploaded with – the co-ordination I ended up doing was mindblowing to me at the time. There was a sense of pride with having your own URL. At that time, I was never into creative writing, so I ended up penning posts like “My Visit to Burj Khalifa”, which hahahah, come to think of it, even had this one line that said “AHHH IT WAS SO TALL”.

Looking back, I don’t think much has changed about why I write, or the style I write in. Much like Salman Khan treats his twitter, I treat you, my blog readers (if any) as people – and imagine that I’m narrating something incredibly boring to you all.

What got me writing the second time around was that I really wanted to have a voice at Law School. And the fact that I thought I was humourous – so I’d end up blogging these funny things that went viral and was the subject of memes. I actually ended up blogging from the library about night mess food a bunch of times, because I found it thoroughly fascinating.

Writing for me, however, has evolved now. It’s my only no-filter place. I often type things out on WhatsApp to people and backspace messages because I’m not entirely sure how they’ll respond to things. With this blog though, there’s no double-thinking. I type stuff out. If people respond, they will respond.

I’ll deal with it citing “editorial discretion” or some mumbo-jumbo of the sort I end up concocting.

Writing over the past year has ended up being cathartic. I can write about mundane things like my day, or take prompts and write things based on those. I can write things about friends without using their names, pen sentimental pieces of appreciation.

And then read them and reconnect the dots.

That’s what I love about where I am with my writing. I’m learning to relive things while enjoying what the present has for me.

And I’m trying hard not to overanalyze or overthink.

 

15/181

Being unwell sucks for a multiplicity of reasons. This post will chronicle my meeting with the cold-monster, the taker of my voice and the giver of sleep.

My first interaction with the cold monster this season happened a week ago.  He took away my voice instantly. Then he put me to sleep for 11 hours – I literally slept at 11:30 one night, which is super uncharacteristic of me.

Why being unwell sucks is because you end up hearing advice you’re already well aware of. Wear warm clothes, drink warm water, avoid sour things, avoid cold things, sleep a lot, try to attend classes even though you’re sick.

It’s frustrating – largely because you end up undermining your ability to take care of yourself. Questioning your ability to take care of your health is tough.

It makes you do things like begin to love green tea.

That’s what thinking can do. I’m literally drinking hot green tea as I type this – the stuff is amazing.

Also, it can recalibrate your taste buds so far, that you begin to dislike the taste of cold water – something that took you a whole semester to acquire.

Worse, it makes you hate sugar, and love honey.

I now possess, in my room, 2 squeezey honey bottles, and 3 boxes of green tea.

The other thing that annoys me about being unwell is that you feel really lethargic. Every part of your body wants to sleep, but you need to will yourself to get up and get things done.

Then there’s the weather.

It’s pretty bad.

The only silver lining is that you begin to appreciate things like health a lot more. And you consider making incremental changes to your lifestyle to be more “healthy”.

14/181

The problem with trying to do something everyday is that if you decide to skip things, you end up skipping things repeatedly, telling yourself you can get back to it tomorrow. This, ladies and gentlemen who find the time to read this blog, is known as procrastination, and it’s how I’ve found myself being 10 posts behind. The toughest part about this is that I’ve had to come up with 10 distinct ideas to reel off blogposts in one night. So, you’re in for quite the ride.

I personally think that’s the biggest problem with planning. You miss one thing and everything ends up going for a toss. Over the past couple of years, I’ve ended up relying on Google Keep to track the things I’m desirous of doing on a particular day. It’s a part of the daily routine – get up, bathe, take 5 minutes to figure out how I plan to spend my day.

And then end up getting sidetracked by something or the other and incorrectly prioritizing things.

I think that’s the hardest/most annoying thing about planning daily life. Something always ends up getting added and it’s really difficult to finish stuff that you want to and manage a solid sleep cycle.

Probably will reconsider the whole planning thing at some point. But that isn’t for now. Keep, in fact, is what has helped me figure out I was 10 posts behind.

 

Rediscovering: Rick Riordan

This is the first of my posts in the Rediscovering series, where my focus will be on reviewing works of authors whom I stopped following as my reading list began to expand. My method of doing this will be fairly simple – I’ll be taking a week to read through major work an author I have previously enjoyed has written, excluding the books I can remember in their entirety. This will mean a lot of reading, but I believe it’ll be a fun little project to have ongoing. Additionally, it’ll help me catch up on a lot of authors I’ve missed out due to my ignorance – which is what I’m looking forward to the most.

As an avid fan of mythology and someone who loves learning History, I thought it would be best if I started this off with Rick Riordan. Here’s what I read over the course of the week (bear in mind, these books are written in a super enjoyable style – so you can go cover-to-cover in a sitting.):

1. The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus #1): ***
2. The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus #2): ****
3. The Mark of Athena (The Heroes of Olympus #3): *****
4. The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus #4): *****
5. The Blood of Olympus (The Heroes of Olympus #5): ***
6. The Hidden Oracle (The Trials of Apollo #1): ****
7. The Dark Prophecy (The Trials of Apollo #2): ***
8. The Burning Maze (The Trials of Apollo #3): **** 

Clearly, a bunch of Riordan reading has taken place. Prior to this, I had read the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, and a bit of the Kane Chronicles series, in addition to add-on books Riordan had published. Further, I’m a huge fan of the 39 Clues series – so it was really lovely to read the books he had authored there.

This piece will focus on highlights of Riordan’s writing, as well as critical comments on what I think makes his books difficult to read. I’ll divide this up into a couple of parts so it’s easier to structure and follow.

Plot

It is extremely difficult to read books that don’t have plots. While I hugely respect individuals who are able to write an entire novel and put it up for the world to critique, I, personally find it very challenging to read fictional published work that doesn’t have progression of a plot. It gets way worse when an author announces that the book is a part of a series – because there needs to be a grander narrative at play to keep me engaged. Considering I read two Riordan series  back-to-back, I was initially quite skeptical that I would be hooked throughout the week. At various points, I was quite certain that I would be disengaged. Yet, Riordan managed to draw me in. Here’s what I admire the most about his work. If you’ve read the Percy Jackson series, you’ll be able to relate to this really well. Aside from the individual narratives at play within each book – with quests, and Percy making friends/enemies in the demi(God) world in the process, there’s a grander plot narrative of Camp Half-Blood and it’s struggle in the wake of continuous crises that it faces. Moreover, there’s constant plot progression with new sub-arcs being introduced, and fresh characters being fleshed out – at just the right places. It’s what makes you want to read further. Especially if you’re a fan of mythology – because prior to the release of the next book, all you can think about is which Greek/Roman God will you be seeing next? And why? That element of engagement is crucial.

Riordan carries that forward to both of these series’ with ease. The plot of each book is varied (which for me, marks out why some have 3 stars and some have 4), but the series, viewed has a whole, has a consistent plot progression which I thoroughly enjoyed. There’s this supreme back and forth taking place between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, and the tension, and ultimate camaraderie between the protagonist of each Camp (technically speaking), keeps you hooked as you move from one book to the next.

Plot-wise, the Trials of Apollo seem to be something Riordan put in more effort into. With The Heroes of Olympus, the ability to switch between characters’ voices makes it easier to develop plot – because you’re able to continue the narrative/repeat a sequence of events from a different voice. Since the Trials of Apollo focus exclusively on Apollo, it seems to have had more nuance to it, which took me back to the Percy Jackson days.

All in all, what I appreciate the most is that Riordan seems to have things planned out before starting a series. I do believe there is comfort a reader has when they know exactly how many books a series will contain (I feel this way), and that assurance hits it peak with authors like Riordan, who appear to have a map of exactly how things will play out, and seem to fit in ideas they have later, almost casually as subplots within a grander scheme.

Character and Character Development

While having strong characters aids plot development greatly, I do believe this aspect of Riordan’s writing is what draws him the most amount of praise. The demographic that reads Riordan’s books are a part of the age group that is the most impressionable. The values they learn essentially guide an entire generation. The world is a cruel place, and there’s a lot of discrimination that several individuals are trying to ward off and eliminate. Riordan does it by introducing characters who have the broadest spectrum of interests I have ever seen in a fictional piece, with the broadest origin stories (in terms of ethnicity). The “identity” of a character in a Rick Riordan book is not marked out by their appearance (although that helps with the aesthetic and the fanart), or their sexuality (although Riordan does ignore one part of the sexual spectrum), or gender – there’s a lot of emphasis on the virtues that make up a person.

This is not to make him sound like the Ubermensch of the writing art. What I love about Riordan’s work is that when characters bully/discriminate against other characters, there’s a lot of positive reinforcement about the unique worth of an individual. Whether this is done in the form of  a “God’s” speech, or in the form of a romantic arc, or even in the form of friends who support someone – there’s always this constant belief that each person in the book adds value to the book itself. Which is exactly what the real world works like. I know this sounds supremely profound, but it’s true. It’s also one thing I believe Riordan has done better than Rowling – planned out characters instead of labeling their attributes post-publication.

That’s one part. The other thing Riordan does really well is give each character a sense of purpose and a bit of development. Right from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, there have been characters who fade in an out at pivotal points in the Universe to move Percy (who I still consider a protagonist) forward. Whether this is Grover, who appears at various points in the Heroes of Olympus sequence, or even Leo (who ends up fading out and returning), I think Riordan does a great job of phasing in characters and giving us a break from one perspective to learn more about everyone else.

By shifting across points of view, Riordan is also able to give each character a unique voice. You’re able to get an almost cinematic view of what is happening – from three/four angles at any given point of time. Each character has their own priorities, their own struggles, their own perspective to every hurdle thrown at them. That’s pretty cool.

Lastly, what Riordan does with each character – by adapting them to modern times, is just outstanding. To give each God a persona that is in line with what we know most commonly about them (so they’re relatable), yet, a persona that dignifies their stature in history (so they’re accurate), takes a lot of research and deserves credence. Midas (who has a “golden” touch) is a great exemplar – I’ll elaborate on this a little more in the next section.

However, my biggest grouse with Riordan was how the Heroes of Olympus series ended. If I was following the series intently, I do believe I would have developed a strong bond with Percy and Annabeth – who seem to have survived the worst of most quests in the books and, literally, survived, the longest. The screentime they receive in Blood of Olympus, both individually, and together, is a little tragic – I think there was a little more to extract out of them.

There are still books to come, so I’m eager to see whether they return in starring roles (Percy has) at a later stage.

The Universe

A critical aspect of any memorable series is the Universe it creates. Its why I loved the Three Body Problem so much. Rick Riordan tries to make history more grasp-able so-to-speak. By adapting really old, sentinel-esque figures of the Roman and Greek tales into the common, modern, accessible world, Riordan creates a Universe where normal human beings interact with superior powers, separated from them by The Mist. He’s able to inject aspects of everyday life – such as telephone calling and modern clothing, in addition to corporations we interact with, like Amazon into a plot that’s filled with historical detail. Further, what I think makes him stand out is that he creates a visual representation of what this world looks like by mapping it directly onto cities within the United States of America.

By locating the entrance to Olympus, the Oracle of Delphi, and several other Greco-Roman pieces within the broad framework of the United States of America map, Riordan is able to inject cultural nuances into the persona of each demi(God) – and to help Camp Half-Blood come to life.

As someone whose American geography is terrible, I ignored these aspects, but once I finished the series, the breadth of their travels, and the amount of detail Riordan plays to elements like seasonal weather, and accents, and dressing sense is quite admirable. It creates character relatability as well, which helps the series endure.

Dialogue

There’s an ease with which Riordan creates deep, meaningful dialogue, and manages to intersperse it with a lot of humor. Personally, I think this mimics everyday life the most. My problem with John Green is that the way his characters talk is not what people of his characters age really sound like. That’s not an issue I face with Riordan. His characters act their age – some more mature than others, but they all sound like what people of their age would ordinarily sound like. They’re the kind of people I wouldn’t mind hanging out with over lunch, versus Green’s characters, who I’m more likely to engage in conversation with at 2AM, when I’m feeling super philosophical.

The dialogue Riordan uses also adds to the voice of each character. Through subtle grammatical features – like an ellipsis, or longer, winding sentences, you’re able to identify yourself with the voice of each character. I heard an audiobook version of The Son of Neptune after I finished the book – and the narrator of the version I heard did a phenomenal job of recognizing the subtleties of each voice and bringing it to life. It’s what I think makes casting a Riordan movie really tough – you’ll have to find people who sound distinct – which is a challenge in today’s industry.

If you want a glimpse into what I mean by the power of Riordan’s dialogue, here are samples:

A. Leo’s response

“I’m the son of Jupiter, I’m a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed Titan Krios with my own hand. And now I’m going to destroy you Porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves.”
“Wow, dude,” Leo muttered, “You been eating red meat?” 

B.  Percy

“Reyna sent me to get Percy,” Frank said. “Did Octavian accept you?”
“Yeah,” Percy said. “He slaughtered my panda.”

C. The pun with “lairs”

“They’re Lares. House gods.”
“House gods,” Percy said. “Like…smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods?” 

D. The Identity Crisis

“You’re that lady,” Leo said. “The one who was named after Caribbean music.”
Her eyes glinted murderously. “Caribbean music.”
“Yeah. Reggae?” Leo shook his head. “Merengue? Hold on, I’ll get it.”
He snapped his fingers. “Calypso!”

E. The use of Noob

“Akhlys lunged at Percy, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right?
He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB!” 

Takeaways

Young adult writing is not just for kids. I think it’s worth appreciating how these works can also be viewed as literary masterpieces, because that’s what they are, sometimes. Additionally, they often provide as forays into bits and pieces of culture, and history – which is what I think Riordan is very, very successful in doing.

While assessing Riordan’s work, the New Yorker presents a piece called “The Percy Jackson Problem”, which I personally think is just a descriptive essay about a debate that has long been going on – should we be worried about what kids read? Is all reading good? I think that’s something worth considering and formulating your own opinion on. For me, at that age, inculcating a reading habit was important – and I don’t think it’s necessary to enforce genre-specific reading on everyone. People can choose to embrace young adult literature for the entirety of their lives – that doesn’t make them any less a “reader” than you are.

Lastly, I think Riordan ought to be appreciated for the sheer volume he writes. It’s almost as if he publishes a book a year – which is astounding pace for anyone. Especially considering he’s writing upward of 500 pages for each book.

All-in-all, I’ve had a pretty great week. I’d recommend all of Riordan’s books that I’ve read to you, barring the Kane Chronicles.

Let me know what you think of this series – I’m hoping to continue it atleast once a month.

Cheers!

13/181

I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to write.

I literally just woke up with this one question in my head, and I was staring at 3 red dots – because my extension cable/surge protector has these indicator lights, and they were super-duper blurry. So naturally I swatted at them.

The lights did not disappear, but my brain did wake up properly.

Coming back to what made me get up.

Do you ever wonder how it is we came to a position where you need to figure out who you’re not before you figure out who you are? Like, over the course of the years I have spent figuring out my likes and my dislikes, it’s happened over time in such a way that I’ve had to figure out that I naturally dislike things that maybe some others might like. And that just because others like a particular thing, that doesn’t mean I need to like it too.

Society sort of puts pressure on you to behave a certain way, or have a certain type. And it’s super weird, but this mentality forces you to figure out the kind of person you never want to become. Which ultimately helps you figure out the kind of person you want to be, and how you can get there.

As I type this, I realize these thoughts are not supremely profound.

For example, it is completely possible for someone to figure out who they are by finding the characteristics in other individuals that they enjoy seeing, or the characteristics of another individual that they can relate to.

My thoughts at 2AM in the morning are wildly incoherent.

Much like my brain. Which coerced my hand into swatting at indicator lights in the darkness.

I will return to my slumber. Class starts late tomorrow morning. GNLU sometimes gives you the best surprises.

 

12/181

If there’s one thing I can say with absolute certainty, it’s that when weather changes roll around, I will fall ill. I even tried Chywanprash – regularly, that too, last year. But that hasn’t seemed to creep it’s way into strengthening my immunity.

One July/August day, you guys, I will be unafflicted by a throatache that burns the inner linings and makes my voice deeper than the regular deep, and my screams hit the pitch of a cow mooing while running away.

There are stages of colds, y’know? You can describe these stages as runny, solid, one nostril clear, and both clear. Your breath, ordinarily at the temperature of the air around you, goes from cold, to HOT, to matching the temperature of the air around you, and that’s when you know you’re okay.

I, however, describe the stages of being unwell based on the clothing I wear. There’s “normal”, which is when I’m not yet affected, to the point that I start feeling a small throat itch, to “okay lazy shorts” to where I need to be in super comfortable shorts and an oversized t-shirt, to “time for PJs” because there is nothing else that can make you feel warm.

But, this is Gujarat. Hence, this evening, when my cold hit peak PJ time, I had a very important decision to make. Do I choose to subject my body to Gujarat humidity and wear PJs where I sweat through the night? Or do I wear comfy shorts?

I have ended up, friends, wearing a shirt I can proudly snot on without worry and PJs which are so comfortable, you will wish you had an overall of this kind.

If you ever come across checked patterns on male pyjamas, you should feel the fabric. Oh wow, the fabric of these checked patterned clothes, man. Gentle to the skin, and elastic on the waist. Man, that’s a double whammy.

Added to this, I have discovered a new show I might be borderline hooked on to.

AND, I have moved my bed to the wall.

Will I wake up for class tomorrow?

Tune in to find out.

10/181

So there’s this insane scene in The Social Network which pretty much characterizes exactly how I’m typing this out. It’s that scene where Mark’s broken up with his girlfriend and he first comes up with the idea to use the ranking algorithm to create facemash. He blogs about her and then begins to post blog updates as and when thoughts pop into his head, as he crashes into drunken excitement. There’s this rush on his face as he types and he takes a sip of beer.

This is exactly what I am right now. Minus the drunken excitement and the break-up. It’s dark, my only source of light is a table lamp. My roommate is asleep. I don’t have WiFi access so I’m using hotspot, and I have an idea that’s mostly going to keep me awake all night. I’m super excited.

Let’s see if I can carry through with it.

I’m also wearing super comfortable clothes so life is pretty swell.

*sips chaas*

Today, when I was at the gym (yes, that’s a thing now), I saw this kid roller-blading for the first time. Her father bought her these extendable skates and brought her to the “rink” (which is basically just newly constructed/clean granite), and slowly helped her fix up the laces, pad up, and held her hand as she “walked” her first steps. And then he left her hand when they came around the second time. She fell. Promptly.

I know I described a beautiful, emotional scene, but the father laughed. And I cracked a smile too.The girl got back up immediately and smiled at her father. She knew this was going to happen – and wanted to make sure he knew she was right all along.He ran to her and picked her hand and they started right where they had left off. Walking across the rink.

In about 30 minutes, that kid was attempting to skate backwards. I loved that scene. It felt like it was straight out of a Bollywood moment, but took me straight back to my childhood.

Here’s the deal. My parents thought I was a multitalented rockstar when I was born. So they kept sending me to classes – in the hope that I would find my one true passion in one of them. I spent days taking vans to different classes, and had the time of my life being pampered by receiving class after class.

The only one I didn’t like was UCMAS. Thankfully there were enough reward certificates to keep me motivated, and the 2007 Cricket World Cup (yes, that one) was ongoing, so it was super fun.

I essentially got a pair of roller-skates when my feet were growing rapidly. So we bought one of those where you could mess around with a slider and they’d fit you for 5 shoe sizes (UK).

What is it about shoe size systems that they’re different? Why on Earth are units of measurement different around the world? We really need one metric.

But I digress.

A couple of people tried teaching me to rollerskate, and I used to dream of being able to skate with the wind in my hair. I even carried my skates to Abu Dhabi in an attempt to have a champion rollerblader in my Jayant Uncle teach me to work the darned things. He spent a week trying to get me to muster the confidence to try alone.

Then I did. After lots of screaming at a high-pitched voice I decided to go alone. And it was super fun. I did feel the wind in my hair.

That lasted a minute.

I then fell.

The same result as every second time I got onto a bicycle (my knees have scars) and when I went ice-skating.

Did I get up? I don’t remember.

My next memory is eating cupcakes at home. There is a clear memory lag, which means I  obviously must’ve slipped unconscious and been carried in Jayant Uncle’s arms to some haven that is cupcake land.

Mmm. I want cupcakes now.

Yet here I am, with an orange.

Curdrice out.

 

 

 

9/181

There’s this song, “Youngblood”, by 5 Seconds of Summer, that I absolutely cannot get out of my head.

Speaking of music, I recently discovered that there’s musical theory based on this concept called entrainment. Entrainment is when your heart beats in synchronization with a piece of music that you here. It’s the concept that drives electronic dance music artists to continuously produce music that’s at 120 BPM (best explained in the movie We Are Your Friends).

It’s also supremely interesting that there’s actually Scientific application to this. There’s a band called Marconi Union that created a track called Weightless that works to calm the mind. It’s rhythms apparently put people into a state of “biting sleep”.

I’ve also heard people use it for therapy. There’s much more to read up on this, but I think it’s pretty darn cool that this exists.

Curdrice out.

 

 

8/181

All attendance systems are flawed.

Calm down. Breathe. This is not an attack on an institution in specific, but a sharp critique of what attendance systems really are.

If you’re in the foreign and you are reading this blog (which is highly unlikely), you might ask: but what is this system of attendance you speak of?

I’ll explain.

An attendance system, for the purposes of this post, is any educational setup that penalizes students for not attending class. These penalties could be in the form of a prohibition on writing exams, a deduction in marks, or a fine. Conversely, an attendance system could potentially be any system that rewards students for making it to the classroom: whether by way of marks, or awards, or anything else.

The purpose of educational setups is pretty straightforward: impart education, assess, and award people with degrees or diplomas. Bright-eyed, starry students come to Universities expecting an education – the quality of which they assess/expect based on which  University they’re attending.

The fallacy of an attendance system, is that from day 1, it creates additional pressure to attend classes, versus incentivizing students to internalize that attending class for the pure pleasure of attending class and learning something new and of their interest is sufficient. The harm that creates is measured best by the number of students to drag themselves to class when they’ve pulled all-nighters (irrespective of the reason why they’ve pulled an all-nighter). Sitting in class for how many ever hours, and being forced to pay attention after a night of no sleep can create long-lasting impacts on student development.

And there’s an easy rebuttal here: ask students to manage time better and to sleep more.

But that’s not the point of an educational setup, is it? University is where several students “discover” themselves, or whatever that is. It’s where they use the freedom of being away from home to participate in activities they have been curious about, or to spend time how they desire to spend time. Impinging upon that would be restricting freedoms.

Additionally, another harm created by incentivizing students to come to class is that they will always associate the educational experience with a reward or a punishment, and therefore, be unable to qualitatively assess the education they are receiving. For example, a kid will be satisfied he made it through 5 hours of classes, irrespective of the fact that he learnt absolutely nothing interesting.

That is mildly problematic because it marginally diminishes the value of education in the eyes of the student. It does this by creating rewards outside of “knowledge” in the mind of the kid.

But that’s just students.

For faculty, they’ll never actually be able to assess how good their course is. Considering classes are compulsory, a large portion of kids will be attending to ensure they do not get penalized. That diminishes the faculty’s interest in ensuring that everyone enjoys the class – because they realize that some students are here only for “attendance”.

This is dangerous on two levels.

One, faculty are no longer incentivized by the system to innovate. What I mean by this is that it will take extremely motivated faculty to come up with a new course plan or a new method of teaching to keep kids engaged in the classroom.

Is it a role of faculty to keep students engaged in the classroom?

Yes, because engaging classes can lead to more interest and greater imparting of knowledge.

Two, faculty will no longer interact with the class on the same plane as they would without the attendance system. Considering that some students are attending class not for course content, faculty are less likely to be teaching at the same level as they would with a class that was 100% interested.

It’s why mandatory courses also ought to be restricted. The same argument runs there as well.

This problem largely exists at University. By senior classes in school, students begin to recognize they can actually enjoy classes (because you’re around your friends and you’re learning fun things). Considering University courses are often specialized and chosen out of interest, it’s quite terrible that the same idea can’t be carried forward.

Attendance is just one culprit of this.

I haven’t thought this out entirely and I’m sure there’s more to add, but all of these thoughts hit me in the washroom this morning, so you’ll have to excuse any logical leaps I’m making.

 

 

7/181

Things that remind me of home include beanbags, texture painted walls, and the smell of Comfort fabric conditioner.

Having unpacked the day I arrived, I vowed to myself not to use any of my freshly laundered clothes until I absolutely needed to. I wanted to exhaust the clothes I had left behind on campus, and some stuff I carried from Bangalore before actually wearing clothes that had been in the washing machine in Dubai.

I recognize that the above paragraph oozes “luxury” and “privilege”. I’m well aware.

But the purpose behind that promise was to prolong the scent of Comfort in my cupboard, hoping it would waft it’s way to other clothing items (I’ve been let down by Science once more).

The promise lasted all of 10 days.

I had to slip into these incredibly comfort-able shorts (hahahaha pun), and as I did, my mind traveled a few kilometres to the couch I lounged on at my parents house. While it was far too small to occupy the giant I have become (both in width and in length), I stuck my legs out and slithered my head to rest in what has to be the most comfortable sleeping position.

It was too tempting.

So tempting, that I slept for an hour in the afternoon I was meant to depart for Ahmedabad, without any sense of the packing I had left myself to do.

Anyway.

The smell of Comfort reminds me of home. If you’re looking to buy me a present, please send across some fabric conditioner.

Thanks in advance.