Did I learn that?

Since I'm all done with university now, I thought it would be appropriate to go through all my notes and put them away in a tidy fashion. My previous organization strategy had been to just throw all my old note books on a shelf and forget about them. This had worked for a while, but by the end of last term, I had already filled the shelf and begun to pile stuff on my floor too. What a mess.

I decided to put all my note papers in binders. This takes up a lot less space than individual note books, and allows me to make much better use of my storage space. The best part about this whole process is that I get to look through some of my old notes. It's a time for recollection, for remembering old friends, and for realizing that I have no memory of taking some of the courses I supposedly took.

It's a very strange feeling. I will have in front of me the notes for an entire semester of attending class for some course. In a few cases, I have no memory whatsoever about the material, or the course itself. I don't remember who the prof was, I don't remember who was in the class with me, and I certainly don't remember what I learned. Is that what education is supposed to be like? I've taken courses, and I got so little out of them, I don't even remember being there.
I'm sure it's part of some university conspiracy to keep all the students in school.

I wouldn't be surprised if they pump Rohypnol into the air systems of some classrooms. That way, the students will show up for class, take notes, but not even get the smallest benefit from attending. Everyone would just forget everything they had just learned. Lovely. Those courses were a waste of money.