What is knowledge?

Looking back on my first semester of university, I finally see that academia has its pitfalls. The irritating, convoluted bureaucracy, the Machiavellian politics and lackluster professors still plague universities. To be honest, there are times when I'm not entirely looking forward to being a teaching assistant in the future, but the bright spots in my academic career totally negates that feeling. Whenever I chat with the TA's or the profs about fascinating topics, or read something that forces me to pause and ponder over the text for days or simply wandering around the campus and admiring the buildings choked with ivy, I remember why I write and think and tutor. I'm connecting with over 500 years of tradition, of the basic human desire to understand ourselves and the world around us, because once we know ourselves we open the door to the rest of world, even the universe.

Sorry, I didn't exactly answer the question I posed.

PS: My English exam went really well! I'm proud of myself for remembering the fancy-shmancy terms and using then appropriately, but most of all, I'm really proud that I tackled metrical structure in the essay.

Oh, hey, check this out: if you Google (since when is Google a verb?) "Mr. Body Massage Machine Go," and you must include the quotation marks, my blog entry from last year is the first hit. It's the title for the post. Creeeepy.