Today I took my final final exam in high school, and in a couple of days is graduation.
In my mind, however, school ended a long time ago (in a galaxy far, far—nevermind). I was mentally finished by the end of the first semester, when I began receiving college acceptances. I still remember December 15, 2009, the day I was accepted to the University of Chicago—it was my first real acceptance, as UT Austin accepted me earlier but I knew I was already guaranteed admission from the 10% rule. And though I’m not going to UChicago—I’m going to Cornell—that acceptance letter in my mind sealed away high school.
And when I say “sealed away,” I do not mean I stopped caring. I merely started to view everything from a philosophical, artistic point of view, by questioning things and by not being so rational, for no purpose other than being creative and trying new ideas. Most of my examples of this would come from second-semester during English class, in which I made liberal use of puns and tried to incorporate wit in many other ways. My particular memories include a discussion on Kafka’s Metamorphosis; a short play based on Shakespeare’s Othello and Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead as a creative group project after study of the former; and the independent study project, for which my topic was the Physics of the Falcon Punch. My teacher, Ms. Gaetjens, was quite understanding—or perhaps forgiving—of my creative side.
I would elaborate very much on each of these, but the title of this post is “Reflections on High School” and not “Reflections on One Class in One Semester.” It is true that I already touched on many things relating to high school in my similar post at the end of the previous semester, in my Reflections on 2009, so I’d do best to cover the opposite of what I covered in that post.
To be continued… EDIT: Or not.