Tuesdays and Tattoos

     As an education major (I can feel the 'dumb' stereotypes pelting me as I type) and part of my school's education major learning community, I am forced to attend something called seminar, which I call suckinar due to the fact that it takes place on Tuesday nights and consists of mainly early childhood and special education major who overdose on Disney princesses and musicals.
     Thankfully, I have a few saving graces. One is my little, AJ, who is a high school English education major like myself, who talks tattoos and Tennyson and has the same all-time favorite song, Miss American Pie.

     We were talking tattoos again, with me debating on whether or not I relate with Plato's Allegory of the Cave enough to carry permanently on my spine. Since, if anyone is actually taking time out of their day to read this post, they are probably not going to want to read an entire Plato piece, here is the rundown: people live in a cave, chained to a wall, with their only entertainment being the shadows cast on the walls in front of them, which become their reality, and they think that this is all their is to life. Moral of the allegory, people think that they have learned everything, but in reality, there is so much more to know than any individual person can ever really harness, which is maddening if you think about it for too long like I do on occasion. However, it probably wouldn't hurt to have a reminder that no, I do not know everything, not even close.