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The Pursuit of Knowledge

 I made a starling realization about myself earlier, while reading. 

I miss making study guides and learning. 

I don’t feel the need or even have the true want to enroll in classes or study anything with the intent to enter that field, but I still miss that feeling of going to class and learning something new. The glide of pen along pager as a professor lectures about this or that. The turning of pages as you research some idea or plot point. The typing of ideas within a group study session or the smell of the library as you wonder the many isles. 

That’s what I miss. 

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