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So school’s back. It’s a thing that’s happening.
Some of us are seniors now, some of us are brand new, and I think there’s a point somewhere in the middle where it all kind of melts together into a weird metaphoric mountain-esque journey. Of course, that’s pretty much what they tell you on the very first day of the very first year you attend school here:
“It’ll go by quick; enjoy it.”
I didn’t believe them.
At the beginning, so it seemed to me at least, the end of the trail was this far off thing that you’re meant to get to later – but later is never really supposed to come. It was something that a future version of myself had to deal with. And of course for me at least, a senior, later is happening far too soon.
“We’re in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it’s all gone…” as Mr. Robert Pirsig would say ever so graciously.
And I’d like to think that you get to learn a few things about life along the way, but it’s not fair to assume these things. There are many ways to scale a mountain.
All I can do within the confines of general reason is share whatever I believe to be true in the hopes that it finds meaning in the bleeding heart of someone, somewhere. To have one person take to heart even one fraction of what I have to say – well, I should only be so lucky.
Maybe that’s not fair either.
Maybe I’ve truly learned nothing, and am exploring topics that are way out of the realm of influence that this paper resides in. The prefaced truth is that I don’t have all the answers, and I’m not going to pretend that I know more than I do.
Either way, that’s not really for me to determine. That’s why we have editors.
So here it is – the first point of a list that may never end. One that I hope to continue sharing with you in future articles. One that is imperfect and incomplete; searching for a home in the minds of students who are collectively just as lost as it is – as we all are.
Here we go:
- Copious amounts of homework making your life miserable on a daily basis make you a better person. Fact.
The purpose of homework isn’t necessarily only to teach you the thing that you’re learning. Trudging through meaningless ugly homework that you don’t want to do teaches you to figure out how to successfully do things that you don’t want to do. That happens in life.
I don’t know what kind of eight hundred page form I’m going to need to fill out in order to renew my drivers license in a few years, but I am going to fill out that form and I am going to submit it and I am not going to die in the process. And I think in some weird existential fruit-loop of reason, I have that thick stack of AP Euro e-lecture notes I saved from tenth grade to thank for that.
There is more to come fellow robots; A six hundred word cap can only take us so far down this road. A path upon which we may stumble and fall, but move ever-forward.
I can’t imagine concluding this article in any conventional fashion as it’s not quite the type of thing that comes to an end. Mary Ruefle once said that in life, “The number of beginnings is exactly equal to the number of endings: no one has yet to begin a life who will not end it.” I imagine this is true save for a minute few metaphysical pearls of opinionated wisdom that transcend general being and live on far longer after we’ve disappeared into the skyless uncertainty of things yet to come. This, apparently, is one of the minute few—the happy few.
Truly, the class of 2018 is going to leave this school eventually, and if I can create a few jumbles of words that can live on in meaning after we’re gone, it will have all been worth it.