I was expending my time at the local Universitys cafeteria with some people who share my major. We were discussing on the subject one of their seminar papers that one of them had just finished.

The discussion concluded with the writer becoming, with one strike (as it appeared to me) of academic understanding, aware of that she really didn’t know anything about the subject she had written, about the reason why she chose to write about the subject and why she chose exactly those people whos ideas she wrote about. I felt priviledged and somewhat humbled to be in present with such happening. Some people leave the academia never to have experienced anything like she did. Hell, some people leave this life without that experience.

What she went through right there and then was, in my not-so-humble-opinion, the most solid offering the University can offer to you. In this case becoming aware of your own shortcummings as a knowledge-wielding creature. Doubt, self-reflection and mistakes are what keeps this boat going.