As of the date indefinately perched beneath this blog post title, there are merely eight days remaining of my high school career. My first reaction to this fact is exuberant anticipation for the new journeys that will be open to me once I graduate. My second reaction has taken the form of a melancholy wave, washing over my psyche as all the experiences I've had at Laingsburg High School resurface.
Here are a few things I realized about myself in the short time here:
I am a perfectionist. This, however, is a blessed suffering. In particular, this character trait aids me in obtaining high grades but also results in countless hours of stress. If I were ever to leave an assignment blank before bed, my mind would run until I finally removed myself from the sheets only to grab a pencil and complete what was left unfinished.
I am consumed by the ideals representative of the 1950's. I came to this realization through my somewhat unnatural obsession with big band sound along with reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I admire chivalry, the sanctity of marriage, and value the significance of an intelligent conversation. I would much rather talk to a person face to face instead of making one small movement to click the "send" button on my cell phone. I find the smell of the earth after a summer rain more stimulating than the most current video game released for the Xbox360. Huxley tactfully exposed the perversity of our current consumeristic society in his futuristic novel, a future that is all to real.
I have a love for the eccentricities of life. The most intriguing aspect of our beautiful planet, to me, is that something seemingly simple is equally complex. A single drop of water is composed of millions of atoms of hydrogen and oxygen slipping and sliding past each other to find their place. A singular tree is an ecosystem to thousands of creatures, plants, and insects. Humans are no different. Each person you come across has they own story, their own set of morals, and their own experiences that makes them unique.
I am an animal enthusiast. I will be attending Michigan State University next fall to major in pre-veterinary studies. Yes, this I may have known before I entered high school but it is a quality that truly makes me the person that I am. I believe that animals have feelings, just as people do. I can say that I have experienced this first hand with my horse, Sonny. Looking into his eyes, I can tell if he is having a good day or bad, I can sense if he is in pain or is bursting with energy. Knowing this made him human to me. Through my parent's divorce and many other personal foes I've been posed against, my equine counterpart was always there to hold me upright. He was the family that I was missing, he was the friend I did not possess, he was the sounding board I needed to keep me level. That bond, the bond between animal and human, is so bare and raw and innate. It is a connection that is so pure words are too tainted to being to describe how it feels.
Here are a few things I realized about myself in the short time here:
I am a perfectionist. This, however, is a blessed suffering. In particular, this character trait aids me in obtaining high grades but also results in countless hours of stress. If I were ever to leave an assignment blank before bed, my mind would run until I finally removed myself from the sheets only to grab a pencil and complete what was left unfinished.
I am consumed by the ideals representative of the 1950's. I came to this realization through my somewhat unnatural obsession with big band sound along with reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I admire chivalry, the sanctity of marriage, and value the significance of an intelligent conversation. I would much rather talk to a person face to face instead of making one small movement to click the "send" button on my cell phone. I find the smell of the earth after a summer rain more stimulating than the most current video game released for the Xbox360. Huxley tactfully exposed the perversity of our current consumeristic society in his futuristic novel, a future that is all to real.
I have a love for the eccentricities of life. The most intriguing aspect of our beautiful planet, to me, is that something seemingly simple is equally complex. A single drop of water is composed of millions of atoms of hydrogen and oxygen slipping and sliding past each other to find their place. A singular tree is an ecosystem to thousands of creatures, plants, and insects. Humans are no different. Each person you come across has they own story, their own set of morals, and their own experiences that makes them unique.
I am an animal enthusiast. I will be attending Michigan State University next fall to major in pre-veterinary studies. Yes, this I may have known before I entered high school but it is a quality that truly makes me the person that I am. I believe that animals have feelings, just as people do. I can say that I have experienced this first hand with my horse, Sonny. Looking into his eyes, I can tell if he is having a good day or bad, I can sense if he is in pain or is bursting with energy. Knowing this made him human to me. Through my parent's divorce and many other personal foes I've been posed against, my equine counterpart was always there to hold me upright. He was the family that I was missing, he was the friend I did not possess, he was the sounding board I needed to keep me level. That bond, the bond between animal and human, is so bare and raw and innate. It is a connection that is so pure words are too tainted to being to describe how it feels.
Here is one of my senior photos with the love of my life, my best friend, and my confidante; Sonnys Golden Guy.
I am a drum major. Drum major was not merely a position for me, it became a philosophy to live by. Becoming a better marcher transformed in to a dedication to excellence, aiding the lower classmen in musicianship and marching technique translated into helping those in need, leading the band members became standing up for what is right and making just decisions. Band has taught me more than just how to play an instrument or march from yard line to yard line; it has given me a template from which I can build a successful life.
Each of these ideals an qualities have molded me into the graduate that is typing this for you to read today.
Each of these ideals an qualities have molded me into the graduate that is typing this for you to read today.
This is a snapshot of my first year as Head Drum Major, the time everything changed for me.