<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311462398258457360</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:48:10.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the Bars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://between-the-bars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311462398258457360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between-the-bars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zEXPoDVhU/SqnUU_N9vBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PQcWrO17wK8/S220/5889_101000923897_508643897_2041204_4196169_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311462398258457360.post-4766643798697401686</id><published>2010-11-09T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:56:54.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So here it is: I'm a U0 University student, at the bottom of the heap. I am interested in about the only thing arts undergraduates idealize as a possible future job: International Development. I just received my very first mark in the 60 percent range. I am without the only 5 people I trust. I have absolutely no motivation to live amongst a power-hungry, monetary based society, and I am without a clue as to where I belong in the social order I am supposed to fit. Even though I have no desire to do so, I am bound to this cumbersome and self-doubting life by familial obligation, the ever imprinting mark of North American society, and indecision. I am, as it were, between the bars. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This blog is my venting outlet, and a place where I can discuss what interests or infuriates me. I believe each person is instilled with ideas that create an all-encompassing bias which is hard to break, and affects their ability to open themselves to the world. I am not without doubt that I myself am afflicted with unconscious biases, but I will try to break them and see past what I am experiencing for the purpose of this blog, and "self-making" as my American lit professor refers to as themes of numerous American works of the 19th century. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The theme of self making, as I have studied in the autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, the narrative of Frederick Douglass' life, and further prose readings such as Emerson and Thoreau, have threatened the very view of life I have been brought up to follow. The view, being that of a life lived to have success and happiness, but the ways in which I have been taught involve minimal equations to achieve that ideal of "happiness". What I have decided, from now on, even as I fulfil my obligations and participate in the role society has concocted for me, is to discover what I believe happiness to be, and how I myself shall achieve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311462398258457360-4766643798697401686?l=between-the-bars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://between-the-bars.blogspot.com/feeds/4766643798697401686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://between-the-bars.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-here-it-is-im-u0-university-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311462398258457360/posts/default/4766643798697401686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311462398258457360/posts/default/4766643798697401686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between-the-bars.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-here-it-is-im-u0-university-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zEXPoDVhU/SqnUU_N9vBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PQcWrO17wK8/S220/5889_101000923897_508643897_2041204_4196169_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
