I never was a big fan of Cheech and Chong or [ stoner ] genre movies. Or, as with Stoner , a whole lot of people might point a whole lot of neon signs at it. In recent years, Stoner entered a category of which it soon became the quintessence. Stoner was deadly pale; it seemed as if all the blood had rushed away from his face. Defying stereotypes, many people who frequently use cannabis also seem to be people who frequently exercise, according to the first large study of legal marijuana and exercise habits.
The study finds that many people who report using cannabis in the hours before or after a workout believe that it makes their exercise more enjoyable and may help motivate them to get out and be active. Fewer of those who exercise and use pot maintain that it actually improves their physical performance while exercising. When we think of marijuana users, many people harbor preconceptions about their lives and lifestyles.
She and her colleagues realized that legalization of recreational cannabis use, which had occurred or was about to in several states, including Colorado, would most likely increase usage. But current government regulations restrict research with the drug, which remains illegal at the federal level.
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As a result, little has been known about the possible effects of regular cannabis use on behaviors that can affect health, including exercise. Bryan says. But she and her colleagues had no idea whether or not that scenario was true. They sought to find out with their new study, which was published last month in Frontiers in Public Health. Thank you, Mr. You made my weekend. And beyond. I swear, Mr. Hanks, if you turn this novel into a movie, I will beat your ass.
At least on the internet. I'm afraid you'll include scenes in which you're standing on a leaf-blown quad, deep in thought, staring into the sky, while treacly strings play in the background and the camera pans high and away. Don't fucking ruin this novel, Mr. I'm warning you. View all 35 comments. Aug 27, Maria Headley rated it it was amazing Shelves: next-to-the-bed. Devastating novel of academia, unfulfilled hope, and a life not-entirely-lived. Gorgeous writing, heartbreaking plot, and if you're a fan, as I tend to be, of stories set in the dark halls of libraries and universities, this is one to read.
The love story within this book is suddenly out-of-nowhere rapturous, and the marriage is brittle, delicate, insensible and perfectly done.
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The book feels so modern, though the bulk of the action is set in the 30's and 40's. I kept stopping to check that this Devastating novel of academia, unfulfilled hope, and a life not-entirely-lived. I kept stopping to check that this was true - the love affair, in particular, feels like something that might be happening this moment in an office at, say, Middlebury. Stoner's marriage, in contrast, is painfully frozen in time and in the cultural expectations of women in the early part of the last century, but even so, Stoner's wife's personality feels very real to me, and the way it is written about feels revolutionary.
Speaking of revolutionary: I don't know why this book doesn't stand with, say, Revolutionary Road , as a massive classic. By the end, I was holding a hand over my mouth, because I kept moaning in sympathy for poor Stoner. I never felt that way reading Yates - whose characters, though foiled totally by their self-involvement, seem somehow to deserve what they get. Reading this felt more like reading someone like Andre Dubus - full of people making destructive choices, but nevertheless, you feel for them, and feel their humanity the whole time you're reading. View all 8 comments.
In the manner of the protagonist's iron stoicism in the face of misfortune and persecution, the narrative revels in its own lacklustreness, its state of diffused melancholy. William Stoner, first student and eventually English professor at fictionalized University of Missouri lives a life of flawed choices, unrealized potential and innumerable regrets, witnessing the world go through a period of tremendous sociopolitical ferment in the 20th century, and remaining invisible in the eyes of history.
He breathes his last, just as silently, alone in a hospital ward, feebly flipping through the pages of a scholarly work. But do not for a moment think this deceptively drab synopsis encapsulates the essence of 'Stoner'. John Williams, through his luminous prose and a vision which is as solemn as it is lucid, reminds us of the quotidian battles fought every moment anywhere by faceless individuals against the forces of oppression and moral laxity - that the fate of civilization is dependent on the capable or incapable shoulders of an individual.
It was a question, he suspected, that came to all men at one time or another; he wondered if it came to them with such impersonal force as it came to him. The question brought with it a sadness, but it was a general sadness which he thought had little to do with himself or with his particular fate; he was not even sure that the question sprang from the most immediate and obvious causes, from what his own life had become. A homage to the spirit of literature? Most certainly. A story recounted with conviction and a quiet dignity?
A sincere attempt at proffering acknowledgment on a seemingly inconsequential existence? That too. But more than anything else this is a literary toast raised in honour of those small, often unnoticed, acts of courage and compassion which somehow realign the moral order of society but are blotted out from memory and consciousness easily.
There is sadness here - boundless in depth and overwhelming in intensity - but hope glimmers occasionally too. Hope that even though the world may go to pieces and things may fall apart irrevocably, a man may summon the will to endure the tragedy of existence by discovering a true and unbreakable love. The currents of time weather away all past disappointments, bittersweet longing, old grudges and anger. Only the love of the written word casts a glow in the eternal darkness. A kind of joy came upon him, as if borne in on a summer breeze.
He dimly recalled that he had been thinking of failure--as if it mattered. It seemed to him now that such thoughts were mean, unworthy of what his life had been. Dim presences gathered at the edge of his consciousness; he could not see them, but he knew that they were there, gathering their forces toward a kind of palpability he could not see or hear.
He was approaching them, he knew; but there was no need to hurry. He could ignore them if he wished; he had all the time there was. View all 49 comments. Eight years later, during the height of World War I, he received his Doctor of Philosophy degree and accepted an instructorship at the same University, where he taught until his death in He did not rise above the rank of assistant professor, and few students remembered him with any sharpness after they had taken his courses.
When he died his colleagues made a memorial contribution of a medieval manuscript to the University library. By his colleagues. Despite the tasteless life of Stoner that comes out of this short description, yet we are speaking about an unusual book. In my opinion Stoner is a masterpiece. The weird thing is that I am not able to say why. In the pages of John Williams the life of the protagonist flows straightforward.
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An ordinary life, chopped up by delusions rather than by happy times. Maybe this is the miracle of John Williams, to leave behind the proof that any existence is out of the ordinary. Even though the perceived greyness. Stoner's Axiom: every story of a lifetime needs to be told.
Eppure, nonostante la vita insipida di Stoner che viene fuori da questa breve descrizione, stiamo parlando di un libro fuori dal comune. Nonostante l'ordinario, nonostante il grigiore percepito. Assioma di Stoner: non esiste una vita che non valga la pena di essere raccontata. Voto: View all 4 comments. As a child, I had a thing for inanimate things. A sling, a pond, a pebble, a mica chip; they would catch my attention and hold it hostage.
I would play for hours together with these silent, placid beings, drawing great solace from their harmless, non-fluctuating colour, and intention. They neither move nor speak. Only under my breath, after their departure, wo As a child, I had a thing for inanimate things. The transient nature of the vision notwithstanding, it niftily metamorphosed into something beautiful, and imperfect. You'd let it chew you up and spit you out, and you'd lie there wondering what was wrong. Because you'd always expect the world to be something it wasn't, something it had no wish to be. The weevil in the cotton, the worm in the beanstalk, the borer in the corn.
You couldn't face them, and you couldn't fight them; because you're too weak, and you're too strong. And you have no place to go in the world. And I know he was right. Even when I hovered at the page enlisting the timid yet enthusiastic advance of a teen Stoner into his graduate class, I knew his friend was right. Even as he fell in love and remained devoid of absorbing its vibrant colours, I nodded in affirmation. And as he discovered love, in its pristine bounty and lost it, and found it again, I smiled at the accurate assessment of his friend.
But Stoner remained blissfully oblivious to the chequered opinions more out of a natural propensity than a measured effort. Stoner was not a hero. No, he was not. From whichever significant angle I viewed him, he fell short - as a son, as a husband, as a father, as a teacher, as a lover and regretfully, even as a friend, he stumbled upon the table of traits that he should have stood firmly upon. As a result, I never saw him. But it was his shadows that I followed.
The inanimate yet exploring shadow. The inanimate yet expressing shadow. In his insignificant existence, lied his great sacrifices. In his ephemeral dreams, lied his indelible marks. In his fractured words, lied his myriad kindness.
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In his worldly failures, lied his biggest strengths. When many thin-skinned shadows come together, they fuse to emerge a unique sheet of latent power; an intimidating solitary force, as much capable of usurping a dazzling life as protecting a blemished one. That Stoner chose to channelize his many shadows to do the latter, over a life spanning sixty-five years, with implausible consistency that defied age, is what makes him a hero. You know a Stoner. But his undeserved obscurity is huddled under numerous shadows. Strip them if you can. There will be resistance. But in the angst of those shadows, lies the petals of life; someday you should pause and feel its textures.
The fragrance is bound to stick to your fingers, long after you have forged ahead on your chosen path. View all 78 comments. Mar 19, Dolors rated it it was amazing Shelves: best-ever , read-in This might be for me the best book of the year. Sublimely told and with such a subtle narrative which flows easily displaying the life of an ordinary man during an extraordinary time in America.
This might be the story of a whole becoming country or only the unheroic account of a simple existence. But its simplicity is what makes it unearthly beautiful, nostalgic and moving. Early 's, Missouri, although Stoner comes from a modest family of farmers his father sends him to the state university to This might be for me the best book of the year. Early 's, Missouri, although Stoner comes from a modest family of farmers his father sends him to the state university to study agronomy.
But he falls in love with English literature instead and thanks to a particular professor he becomes a teacher himself, growing estranged from his family in the process. We follow his life through 40 years of teaching, of crushed illusions and bitter disappointments about his failure of a marriage to the wrong woman, of rare fleeting blissful moments in a rather bleak existence in solitude, of a life dedicated to teaching where he finds his only solace.
I found that as the years passed by, the voice in the novel gained in strength and that Stoner became the person he was always supposed to be. His seemingly detached account of the years between the two great world wars, his increasing estrangement first from his family and later from his own wife and daughter, his struggle for an idealistic conception of what university teachers should be like I closed the last pages of the book with my eyes completely blurred and with such constrained emotion in my chest that it was almost painful.
A masterpiece not appreciated as it would deserve, maybe because this book reads like real life instead of a best-seller-hero-with a-happy-ending story. Can't say how good this novel is, just pick it up and read it. View all 48 comments. I am alive! And reading his story made me acutely aware of being alive myself, going through the range of emotions it inspired in me, from sadness and anger over tenderness and love to deeply felt satisfaction when I closed the novel.
Stoner is Don Quixote stuck in reality. He has the same love of reading and le "Look! He has the same love of reading and learning, the same voracious hunger for literature. He is driven by the same pure and honest, but also a bit foolish literary idealism, and dares to give up his family's agricultural life to set out on an adventure in the unknown world of books. Being a novice in the complicated university cosmos, he faces more challenges than most, without a supportive network to fall back on. He is a knight on his own, in uncharted territory, like Don Quixote.
But unlike Don Quixote, he recognises all the windmills standing in his way as windmills, and does not take them for fairy tale dragons. His ability to see what the world is like does not make him a coward, though. He speaks up against a powerful colleague, protecting academic integrity and honesty when he sees it undermined by personal interest, incompetence and emotional blackmail.
He accepts the consequences of his outspoken protest, but doesn't fear a new battle either, once he sees an opportunity to fight the Evil Dragon of Bad Scheduling as each Valiant Knight of the Order of Perfect Education knows, there is nothing like the passive-aggressive power to give the enemy a really bad schedule! Stoner knows better than Don Quixote to bide his time and wait for an opportune moment. He also knows which weapons to use against the Wizard of Academia. To fight a Jabberwocky, you need a vorpal sword. Stoner sees his own Dulcinea for what she is as well.
After an initial confused courtship, and a premature marriage based on vague romantic feelings, he acknowledges the ugly truth about mainstream, middle class, failed marriage. Instead of becoming bitter, however, he dares to engage wholeheartedly in a connection with a soulmate for a while, knowing full well that the "lust and learning" they share and live for will not be a permanent commitment. Why not? Why not act out foolish heroism and run away with his lover? His wife is happier when he is not in the house, and she obsessively shields her daughter from him, so why not break out and live outside the narrow-minded conventions and facades of middle class morality and bigotry?
Because Stoner is a realist. Eloping with his princess would have meant for both of them to change their lives to the point of giving up their most cherished asset, the reason for their mutual attraction and respect: their teaching and living for learning. They would have become different persons, and their love would not have stayed the same. They feel grateful for the time they shared, for the chance to unite in a perfect intellectual and intensely sexual relationship. Divorce, escape and remarriage would not have given them a "happy ending". Only hopeless romantics can wish for Stoner and Katherine to give up themselves instead of cultivating a perfect memory.
They opt for a temporary, but true, concrete, physical love affair rather than for moping after imaginary Dulcineas. Stoner even has his own faithful Sancho Pansa in his old classmate Gordon Finch, who constitutes a vital link to the world, being a down-to-earth pragmatic, humorous anti-hero who helps Stoner organise the worldly matters of university life.
Many reviews focus on Stoner's stoicism, his passive acceptance of hardship without display of feelings or complaint. I can understand where that is coming from, but I see more of a rebel in him myself, within a realistic framework. He sticks to his vision of life, against the manipulation and conventional pettiness of career socialites.
He defies the norms of his environment without acting out the dramatic plot of a thriller.
In real life, most people do not turn into social revolutionaries, or outcasts. Ordinary life does not contain murder cases, complex global conspiracies and drastic plots and showdowns. Stoner's story is firmly rooted in university life's reality, not in Hollywood. Life is about playing the cards you are dealt, carefully choosing the right ones at the right moment. Stoner plays his hand, and he resists the authority of his monotonous agricultural background, his professional opponents, his estranged wife, and keeps playing his own game.
He is lucky to know what he plays for: "Lust and learning! Stoner is in love with teaching, and maybe that is too absurd to be taken seriously if you have not felt the same yourself. Maybe only those who have fought the windmills of educational institutions, and tried to leave, only to be driven back by that unreasonable passion - maybe only those are able to see a good life in Stoner's path. Whoever knows how lost one can get in the administrative treadmills of education systems, knows the value of being allowed "to teach".
Stoner bravely faces the ridicule of others, accepting as a minor pain that being "a dedicated teacher" is something colleagues smile at and joke about. It is not the norm at all, rather a strange quixotic rebellion against the mainstream career. To me, Stoner is an everyday hero, a man who dies content, without regrets - as opposed to Don Quixote, who was influenced by the nonsense of conventional dogma in the end and stopped believing in himself, thus rejecting his own idealism and life style on his death bed.
Burning your dreams, or dying with a book between your weak fingers, that's the question. Stoner dies surrounded by his books. That is why his life - dedicated to learning, reading and sharing - is a perfect rebellion against the mediocre world he lives in. Stoner is Don Quixote navigating reality! View all 44 comments. I have a small collection of their red-spined covers sitting on my shelves. They all have something in common apart from the red spines; they are books I may read again sometime in my life because of the quality of the writing, the depth of the characterisation and the overall worth of the contents.
A friend placed this Vintage book in my hands last week and said, you must read it and tell me what you think. I put everything else aside and read the book over a short space of time, unusual for me as I often dip in and out of several books at the same time. My edition has an introduction by John McGahern. McGahern is a writer I respect a lot. Smooth but not flat. The word flat occurs to me because I found Williams' writing flat from the beginning, not flat as in spare or plain but flat as in lifeless. At that point, I thought: oh, wonderful, the author has been using a flat style in the early part so that he can provide a contrast in the section where his hero, William Stoner discovers the pleasures of literature.
And yes, there is huge promise in the device the author uses of having his hero awaken via a Shakespeare sonnet. It is as if Williams set out to avoid literary resonances, in fact I found more biblical parallels than literary ones. But I did find it interesting and clever that each time he gazed through a window, or better still, opened a window, the language soared and I was breathing in fresh air alongside the main character. What joy! The few times that happened, I silently willed Williams to keep the window open. But, except for some moving writing near the end, he preferred not to.
And a large part of the pleasure of reading comes from the quality of an author's writing. Early in the novel, Williams decides to have Stoner choose a wife. So Stoner goes to a shop and sees one he likes and decides to buy her straight away. And can I point out here that there is absolutely no humour in this book so my joke is out of place. He sees Edith once and decides to marry her.
She has no say whatever and Williams even stresses her passive reluctance. So the business is conducted between the girl's father and the prospective son-in-law. I mentioned biblical echoes earlier. That would be fine if he alone were the victim. But he is not the only victim. The author fails to underline that his hero never makes a real effort to save his daughter.
It is never acknowledged. So how can he be a hero? Stoner also stands by when a young women he becomes involved with is sacked because of him. Although other reasons are given, the author implies that Stoner can't save her because he has to save his daughter instead. Except that he doesn't save his daughter. The main enemy is a work colleague called Lomax. I found that disturbing. Instead, he writes an introduction that is little more than a summary as if Williams were an old friend for whom he was doing a favour.
I mentioned loose ends or red herrings so I had better deal with them before I finish. Stoner refuses to join the army in when the United States declares war on Germany. His friends join up and one of them, Finch, accuses Stoner of letting everyone down. A further loose end is Stoner's first literature teacher, a man called Archer Sloane.
He is given a significant role in the beginning but is not exploited very much afterwards. That is a real pity as he was my favourite character. I may have to take up bridge. Sep 05, Frona rated it it was amazing. The story evolves so gently and quietly that talking about it feels like tainting it and violently intruding on something that prefers to be left in peace.
Stoner is a quiet and gentle men with the purest of intentions, but which, as it often happens, get tainted when materialized. His life advances in an isolated manner, devoid of the force that transforms a thought into action or the knowledge of h The story evolves so gently and quietly that talking about it feels like tainting it and violently intruding on something that prefers to be left in peace.
His life advances in an isolated manner, devoid of the force that transforms a thought into action or the knowledge of how to use it. When he, by coincidence, discovers literature and the academic world, the consequences are two-sided. Knowing hard work, he progress quickly. Since the new world has nothing to do with the former one — it is exempt from monotonous, repetitive, manual work and is full of wonder, novelty and flights of thought — he finds in it a perfect hideaway.
The worse his domestic life gets, the more he retreats to studies; the more he masters the written word, the less he can articulate his own everyday. The two worlds become so isolated that even a desperate cry for help from his nearest turns into a distant call from a faraway land. This book is a monument to the mundane, to the paths we choose without really choosing, to the joys and sorrows that coincidences distribute unevenly among people, and of a life that has much more within its reach, yet stays motionless and trapped between opposing forces. With simple, but deeply moving sentences it portrays a correspondent story.
As many monuments, it captures a moment of life and provides a humble warning for those who are inclined to follow his path. View all 20 comments. Jan 17, Steve rated it really liked it. This book is surprising, not so much for any plot twists or odd behavior, but for how we come to regard an overtly unremarkable man as interesting and likable. It was the longest Ston This book is surprising, not so much for any plot twists or odd behavior, but for how we come to regard an overtly unremarkable man as interesting and likable. It was the longest Stoner had ever heard his father speak in one stretch.
Stoner continued to do farm work for room and board while going to classes. The Ag Sciences curriculum was all well and good, but in his sophomore year he was thrown for a loop in a required English class. The professor put him on the spot asking for his interpretation of a sonnet by Shakespeare, and suddenly his life that had been a matter of facts gave way to matters of opinion, feelings, and gray scales.
He switched majors without counsel or delay. This was his awakening, though little of it showed. He was still something of a stoic -- compliant and resigned. Stoner steps outside of himself to observe from afar his bad marriage, the effects of academic politics badly played, and the fall-out when his wife used his relationship with their young daughter in an unaccountably nasty battle against him. But we also sense a richer inner life because of his books and his view of himself in light of them. The first quarter of the book was, to be honest, a little slow. That being the case, it was difficult at that stage to generate much conflict to drive the story.
What would an internal struggle be against? Then, faintly at first, the tabula took on a few etch marks. On the face of it, he was some combination of schlub, schlemiel, and schlimazel. A brief spell of passion was disallowed by the political environment, which I liken to a favorite book that simply ends… with no sequel forthcoming. He lacked what it took to write his own story. Williams, an academic himself, said in a rare interview that he never considered Stoner a loser. In fact, he regarded him as quietly heroic, doing his job with few people encouraging him or caring, true to his life of letters.
Judging from the high ratings, plenty of other readers must have picked up on this narrow but deep fulfillment, too. We may not consider him the best model for self-actualization, but we appreciate his integrity. The bottom line is this: if my theory about Stoner representing the reading experience is right, those of us who like reading will like Stoner. View all 67 comments. Apr 22, Carol rated it it was amazing Shelves: owned-book , favorites. But, it was as compelling for me to read as any thriller. The critic Morris Dickstein called Stoner, "something rarer than a great novel -- it is a perfect novel, so well told and beautifully written, so deeply moving, it takes your breath away.
I was deeply moved by the story and I constantly rooted for this very gentle, introspective and solitary man throughout his futile attempts to achieve some sort of happiness, good fortune or pleasure…anything…please, god, help him out here! He deserved so much more than he ultimately received. And, when good things finally came his way, they were repeatedly transitory. Passive or non-assertive characters often frustrate me. Stoner never made me feel this way; mostly, because he seemed to navigate through so much adversity, disappointments and harassment without bitterness or blame.
In fact, as the novel progresses, Stoner develops a greater strength of character and some sense of resignation about circumstances beyond his control even as his aloneness becomes more and more stark. I felt as though I actually knew this man. The writing is remarkable - beautiful in its austerity, rich with a sense of place and period details of the early 20th century.
The setting covers both world wars and touches on some of the Great Depression. It kills off something in a people that can never be brought back.
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View all 68 comments. Jul 14, David rated it did not like it Shelves: mind-numbingly-boring , disappointing , wrist-slashingly-depressing , read-in , never-gonna-finish. Reading "Stoner" gave me another one of those parallel universe experiences. In the goodreads universe, where everyone else lives, this is apparently a much loved and lauded book. Heck, those good folks at the New York Review of Books tell us it's a classic. And has this to say about the main protagonist: William Stoner emerges from it not only as an archetypal American, but as an unlikely existential hero, standing, like a figure in a painting by Edward Hopper, in stark relief against an unforg Reading "Stoner" gave me another one of those parallel universe experiences.
And has this to say about the main protagonist: William Stoner emerges from it not only as an archetypal American, but as an unlikely existential hero, standing, like a figure in a painting by Edward Hopper, in stark relief against an unforgiving world I'm sorry, but that's just a crock, even allowing for reviewer hyperbole. The very best that you could manage to say about Stoner is that he's a wraithlike nebbish who manages to glide through this dismal story without leaving an impression on anyone, least of all the reader.
People seem to admire John Edward Williams's writing. The thing that baffled me is how any author can use so many words to write about a character and end up describing someone who is utterly devoid of a single distinguishing trait, or even a semblance of a personality. Now I know the number of plots is finite, so it might seem unjust to fault an author for serving up the same story yet again. Fair enough. Maybe you take the A. Cronin slant and stir in a little rage against the system. Or you might just add a big ladleful of chicken soup for the soul and give the story a Mr Chips vibe. But this is exactly what Williams has done here.
What's the point? I wasn't looking for much. Hell, I'd have settled for the odd chunk of snappy dialog. A sense of humor. Anything at all, really. But even the most basic dialog seems to exceed Williams's capacity, and decent characterization eludes him completely. Anyway, the bottom line is that, in my universe, this book was bleak, predictable, excruciatingly dull. Like one of those dreadful Thomas Hardy books where everyone is miserable all the time, but without the local color.
One star, maximum. Though it isn't quite dreadful enough to earn a slot on the "intellectual con artist at work" shelf. Lurches into an unfulfilling marriage that ends up making everyone miserable, teaches college, is left wondering if that's all there is. Alienation everywhere you look.
But those are authors with, you know, discernible intelligence, an affliction which John Edward Williams has apparently been spared. I just read David K's excellent review and realize that I am a hero, albeit a "Master and Margarita"-loving hero. So be it. View all 26 comments. May 17, Paul Bryant rated it liked it Shelves: novels. I asked my daughter if me and her and her mother were in a hot air balloon and it was about to crash into the ocean who would you throw out to keep the balloon aloft, me or your mother? I said Why? So I said okay, imagine that me and your mother weigh exactly the same, then who would you throw out?
I said why? So I said okay, imagine that me an I asked my daughter if me and her and her mother were in a hot air balloon and it was about to crash into the ocean who would you throw out to keep the balloon aloft, me or your mother? I asked why? She said because you keep asking all these stupid questions. So I gave up on that line of enquiry and read Stoner , a much loved novel.
Boy, do people like to wax sentimental about teachers. He becomes a worshipper at the shrine of literature, with a capital L and becomes a teacher of it. What a colossal waste of time.