Here I will discuss the concept that the main reason people reject validation/approval/etc. from some sort of accrediting body -- is that they simply cannot cut it. I realize now that this argument is quite valid and well-founded. This is why hippies say the SATs don't define them; it is why hippies are in the stead of doing or saying, they are in favor of just being.
For example, a lot of them seem to spew the accusation that anybody, especially any woman, that wants an official marriage to secure their relationship, who demands that her boyfriend/significant-other/etc. make a definite legal commitment, must be insecure in her relationship.
Oh yeah, you're like totally right. On the same token, I'm probably also insecure in the abilities of my electrician, which is why I need this person to prove that he has the abilities to make sure I don't get electrocuted in my home or my place of work.
Or the mechanic who works on my car and the brakes. He is probably just insecure in his abilities. Which is why he went to an accredited training school to learn how to do the job; he was not sure enough in his own abilities.
Or the medical doctor who diagnoses my health. She's probably just insecure in her abilities as a healer and that is why she needs the piece of paper that says "doctorate in medicine."
Or the person who studies the safety of a bridge or other highway construction, they are all probably just insecure in their abilities, which is why they need that external validation of being licensed and certified and registered.
(((((bak to elitist essay for brie sec,, they keep saying I am stuck-up for thinking I am better than everyone else.
well guess what. I have worked my butt off to achieve what I have. I have [[[___scrimped and saved and scratche___]] and I have
I have earned the right to be a little stuck-up. Perhaps it is a privilege and not a right. In that case, I have still yet earned the privilege to be proud of my accomplishments.
This past summer I traveled to my native land of Bangladesh for a few months. I came back from Bangladesh with renewed energy and purpose. This is sort of a monumental essay, since I was taking 4 laboratory sciences when I wrote it. I wrote the bulk of this last semester, Fall 2001. and I am strengthened in my resolve, emboldened by the fact that I am in fact training for the express purpose of getting a job.
I have no interest in the typical world-traveler, globetrotters, who view all of Asia as one big Buddhist camp. Who unfortunately think of it as a (denizen?) of hippie hangouts, entailing a hippie hobby sabbatical. These are sometimes one year long (or longer, if the person feels so inclined). With this wrong perception I am irritated, disgusted, and finally bored.
I hope nobody gets this journey confused with the typical young adult road trip to spring break that typical young college students take with casual friends to have fun, rebel, etc. My travel was definitely fun, yes, but that wasn’t the only point of going. I really was trying to find myself, and I didn’t have to get drunk or smoke crack or get my navel pierced to do it.
For example, a lot of them seem to spew the accusation that anybody, especially any woman, that wants an official marriage to secure their relationship, who demands that her boyfriend/significant-other/etc. make a definite legal commitment, must be insecure in her relationship.
Oh yeah, you're like totally right. On the same token, I'm probably also insecure in the abilities of my electrician, which is why I need this person to prove that he has the abilities to make sure I don't get electrocuted in my home or my place of work.
Or the mechanic who works on my car and the brakes. He is probably just insecure in his abilities. Which is why he went to an accredited training school to learn how to do the job; he was not sure enough in his own abilities.
Or the medical doctor who diagnoses my health. She's probably just insecure in her abilities as a healer and that is why she needs the piece of paper that says "doctorate in medicine."
Or the person who studies the safety of a bridge or other highway construction, they are all probably just insecure in their abilities, which is why they need that external validation of being licensed and certified and registered.
(((((bak to elitist essay for brie sec,, they keep saying I am stuck-up for thinking I am better than everyone else.
well guess what. I have worked my butt off to achieve what I have. I have [[[___scrimped and saved and scratche___]] and I have
I have earned the right to be a little stuck-up. Perhaps it is a privilege and not a right. In that case, I have still yet earned the privilege to be proud of my accomplishments.
This past summer I traveled to my native land of Bangladesh for a few months. I came back from Bangladesh with renewed energy and purpose. This is sort of a monumental essay, since I was taking 4 laboratory sciences when I wrote it. I wrote the bulk of this last semester, Fall 2001. and I am strengthened in my resolve, emboldened by the fact that I am in fact training for the express purpose of getting a job.
I have no interest in the typical world-traveler, globetrotters, who view all of Asia as one big Buddhist camp. Who unfortunately think of it as a (denizen?) of hippie hangouts, entailing a hippie hobby sabbatical. These are sometimes one year long (or longer, if the person feels so inclined). With this wrong perception I am irritated, disgusted, and finally bored.
I hope nobody gets this journey confused with the typical young adult road trip to spring break that typical young college students take with casual friends to have fun, rebel, etc. My travel was definitely fun, yes, but that wasn’t the only point of going. I really was trying to find myself, and I didn’t have to get drunk or smoke crack or get my navel pierced to do it.
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