old, dead, white, dudes

by ibull

oh—the things you write when you’re tired, bitter, exhausted, hungry, and stressed out:

Introduction

For many years I had a hard and fast rule that governed a fair amount of my education: I have nothing to learn from the writings of old, dead, white dudes. Of course, I think that’s the only appropriate way to adequately preface what has become a philosophical thesis on the discursive practices that scaffold pedagogical projects.


*quits*

*sleeps for 8 hours*

*returns*

*re-reads*

*laughs*

*publishes online*

*selects text*

*deletes*

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