*Tap Tap* that's what I hear when I'm clattering away at my computer. *Tap Tap*. But as I sit here typing this essay my writing means much more than that. It takes me back to a time in elementary and middle school when I was academically disinclined, belligerent, a gremlin. I was a walking recipe for disaster. I see myself derailing classes. I see teachers looking at me disapprovingly and smacking their foreheads with frustration. I see my parents castigating me for my below-par report card grades. I see myself grow physically but remain mentally stagnant. I was going nowhere.
High school loomed. I was rapidly growing pest about to enter the School of the Future. "Heh, is this some kind of joke?" I asked myself when I considered the schools odd name. Glancing at my peers, I judged them. They were nerdy and geeky, I was cool. They were weird while I was normal and superior. My perceptions were abruptly challenged when I observed my classmates, who excelled me in every way: in their passion for their work, in their behavior, in their self-sufficiency. My arrogance soon diminished. But a subtle hand took ahold of me and slowly and voluntary I allow myself to follow where the hand guided me. Slowly I underwent a necessary transformation. I saw the beauty and vitality of learning. I marveled when I learned that air particles were floating around at this moment, beating against every fiber in my body. Or the vast correlation calculus, a seemingly huge glob of variables and numbers, had to numerous professional fields. I became humble and constraint any urge to brag whenever an achievement was accomplished. I critiqued my peers work on occasions but did not devalue it.
My high school was my savior. I was relieved. The twist and turn of events, the daunting epiphanies managed to sway me away from what I would have been had I gone down the same path. But it was my school and the inner mechanisms; the students, teachers, environment; the whole collective dynamic that prevented me from digging my hole. I realize these weren't the people I should loathe but rather embrace, emulate, strive and help. This was where my niche was and for this and solely this I will be eternally grateful and forever be in their debt. My biggest fears were to be saved for another chapter in college and with the undeniable substantial lift up, I bear no despondency.
High school loomed. I was rapidly growing pest about to enter the School of the Future. "Heh, is this some kind of joke?" I asked myself when I considered the schools odd name. Glancing at my peers, I judged them. They were nerdy and geeky, I was cool. They were weird while I was normal and superior. My perceptions were abruptly challenged when I observed my classmates, who excelled me in every way: in their passion for their work, in their behavior, in their self-sufficiency. My arrogance soon diminished. But a subtle hand took ahold of me and slowly and voluntary I allow myself to follow where the hand guided me. Slowly I underwent a necessary transformation. I saw the beauty and vitality of learning. I marveled when I learned that air particles were floating around at this moment, beating against every fiber in my body. Or the vast correlation calculus, a seemingly huge glob of variables and numbers, had to numerous professional fields. I became humble and constraint any urge to brag whenever an achievement was accomplished. I critiqued my peers work on occasions but did not devalue it.
My high school was my savior. I was relieved. The twist and turn of events, the daunting epiphanies managed to sway me away from what I would have been had I gone down the same path. But it was my school and the inner mechanisms; the students, teachers, environment; the whole collective dynamic that prevented me from digging my hole. I realize these weren't the people I should loathe but rather embrace, emulate, strive and help. This was where my niche was and for this and solely this I will be eternally grateful and forever be in their debt. My biggest fears were to be saved for another chapter in college and with the undeniable substantial lift up, I bear no despondency.
