Why did I drop out of college in the final semester?
I grew up in a poor village where a degree certificate means everything but I had to cease to attend lectures two months before my last final exams. The formal education had taught me that the salary highway is alone and there is no other. Avoiding not the knowledge but the greatest certificate I could manage to get was a bold action and a bold statement in a world addicted to statements made boldly.
In this work, I accuse the university as an institution, the world over for only teaching but not answering questions. I argue that learning is all about two things: (1) being taught or teaching yourself, (2) being answered, or being given a question to answer, or being answered before you even know that something is a question.