The month of silence mandated by the monk class will be over by the time this column is in print.
It is 6:30 a.m. on Nov. 9 as I write this. I am in my month of silence for the monk class, and as such, I cannot talk to people, consume any media or read anything outside of what is required for my coursework.
The Monk class is deep into the month of silence now.
Communications are limited in the Monk class now: 100 spoken words per day, no social media, no contact beyond what is necessary for school or employment. It started out innocuously.
I had two weeks of heavy restrictions in a row: first, a Jain diet, second, no more than 100 words used per day.
Why did I first want to take the monk class, back when I first heard about it in freshman year? It would be a fantastic way to get the cheekbones I’ve always wanted; I’ll be able to read the shit I definitely should have read by now (Ulysses, anyone?); I’ll finally have time to write and be super introspective and know my true self and I’m totes contemplative and everyone will think I’m badass and wise. Why do I want to take the monk class now? I don’t know. I have no idea what’s going to happen. That’s precisely the appeal.
GROUP THINK is the DP’s round table section, where we throw a question at the columnists and see what answers stick.
I call myself a writer, but I haven’t published anything in the three years I’ve been at this university.
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