Being taught by graduate students has humbled me recently. They're probably within 4-10 years within me, yet the sheer scope of their learning shows. When we analyze the same piece, we come up with startlingly different observations. I'm proud in analyzing something I perceive as "deep," and then they present their take on the thing that absolutely blows mine out of the water. They're using obscure literary techniques, cleverer things than me, and can truly find the meaning of a work. In comparison, it's like I'm hammering away at something and am happy when one layer is peeled. I need to be more thorough. It makes me jealous too, because I have to become just like them within the next three years, and it just feels like there's this enormous chasm between us.
I'll still try to tread across it though.
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