Welcome to Necessary Publications. I am just thrilled to have you joining me today, as I’m welcoming myself with this message as well. I’ve decided to start blogging again after a long hiatus. I’m done with undergrad and still need a reason to write, so I figured fuck it, I’m starting a new blog. Here goes:
I have but one exam left (and a paper, too) in my college career. That, my friends, is fucking horrifying. I have adored my time in college. Each year, one after the next, I love for its own respective reason. Freshman year for my stupidity, ignorance, and new found sense of self; sophomore year for my roommates, New School, and my stupidity, though my ignorance began to fade; junior year for my fall semester in the city and then my global voyage on Semester at Sea; and now, senior year for its insanity, new friends (old ones too), ridiculous rendezvous’, and truly indulging in all New York has to offer—oh, and the new Greek and Roman Court at the Metropolitan Museum.
It has been a wild ride, as I’m sure most grads say when they realize they’re done with four of the most fabulous, most errant, most absurd, and most liberating years of their lives. And then to think, what the fuck comes next? Jobs for some, travel for others, grad or law school can fit into the equation too. But what about continuing to learn?
I’ve been in school for the past 17 years and really would prefer not to stop. Ok, fine, yes I bitch about the papers and the classes and the work, but it is so rewarding, so fantastic, so exciting to learn and expand the mind, why stop? Well, ok, you can get me again and say, “Well, you never have to stop learning.” Whatever, fuck you. The point is you’re forced to learn in school. There’s just no way around it. If you don’t learn anything in school, you’re simply trying not to—furthering the ignorant stereotype that our society has so welcomingly embraced. So of course because I like learning I’m going to continue doing so…I’ve just got to finds new ways of going about it. The lectures stop; the texts cease; the academic environment fades.
Hopefully, my brain does not.
The Writer
- Jeffrey Cole LeFrancois
- Jeffrey LeFrancois is 27 years old and currently resides in Harlem with his two kitties, Theo and Bella. He has been living in New York City since 2003, when he moved here to study Political Science at Pace University. Having grown up in rural southeastern Connecticut, he found himself escaping to the City for cultural adventures, affairs, and urban exposure. It permitted him to exercise the more flamboyant elements of his wardrobe, skip school, and fall in love with trains. Loud-laughing, martini-sipping, and conservative-questioning, LeFrancois works in politics on the Westside of Manhattan. He freelances in floral design, loves to cook, throw pottery and collect art when and where he can. In high school, it was easier to defend the right to an abortion than to take up the mantle for gay rights. But with an unrelenting pull to do what’s right, and for the simple fact of being gay, his loud liberal voice speaks for the gamut of social justice causes. He also believes that nearly every economic problem in this country can be cured through public infrastructure development and investment. Enjoy the writing.
2 comments:
i forgot how much I loved your writing. Indeed, the question does come to mind more often then not, what the fuck comes next? well, for one, our world travels are definitely in our future. hehe(can't wait). At least we have that in our knowable future. Aside from that... I guess the world awaits, and our knowledge will follow...
Oh jeffery...
your still as awsome as freshman yea of HIGHSCHOOL.
StephieDanger
(Gromko)
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