salience
January 28, 2003
Go, go right now. And read Paul's blog I Can Say I Have No Regrets Today. It was very refreshing to read an introspective post. Thank you, Paul. But now, I am going to respectfully disagree with what you stated.
I agree to a point that one's self-worth cannot be determined by a college transcript. Fine, black and white print cannot accurately portray one's growth; it cannot represent four years of life, of interaction with other people, epiphanies, and conversations. I also agree that one is happy by deciding to be so. There will always be a million and one things to be worried about, because nothing in this life is certain. It's an intangible book we write through our actions, starting with our first cry in a delivery room.
That being said, I believe school plays an important part in life. Not just because "college is the doorway for future for success": that is an old, high school nursery rhyme. Rather, it is an environment one immerses herself in, to grow as a person. True, classes are inconvenient, and we don't always get as much sleep as we would like to. But when it comes right down to it, if we slept all we wanted, we wouldn't be happy people: we wouldn't be living, just existing in an unconscious, almost-coma like state. Yet, I was taught from when I first started pre-school that one can earn self-respect by dilligently pursuing her studies, a sort of self-discipline, if you will. Grades are just numbers on a page printed from some generic, student services computer. The cool thing is, I can tell you the mechanics of the program, how the university calculates grade percentages, and how the computers relay information within the network. It is learning new things and having a tangible translation of my new knowledge, to share with others. Because without it, how are they to even begin to comprehend the depths of the knowledge I possess? This idea is what keeps me going when the schedule becomes routine.
"Time on earth is so precious and short that I couldn't bare to spend it any other way then how I am doing it right now."
Exactly, Paul. Or, in remembrance of a certain AP Lit teacher and his allusions, "I had many more lives to live, and could spend no more time on that one."
I agree to a point that one's self-worth cannot be determined by a college transcript. Fine, black and white print cannot accurately portray one's growth; it cannot represent four years of life, of interaction with other people, epiphanies, and conversations. I also agree that one is happy by deciding to be so. There will always be a million and one things to be worried about, because nothing in this life is certain. It's an intangible book we write through our actions, starting with our first cry in a delivery room.
That being said, I believe school plays an important part in life. Not just because "college is the doorway for future for success": that is an old, high school nursery rhyme. Rather, it is an environment one immerses herself in, to grow as a person. True, classes are inconvenient, and we don't always get as much sleep as we would like to. But when it comes right down to it, if we slept all we wanted, we wouldn't be happy people: we wouldn't be living, just existing in an unconscious, almost-coma like state. Yet, I was taught from when I first started pre-school that one can earn self-respect by dilligently pursuing her studies, a sort of self-discipline, if you will. Grades are just numbers on a page printed from some generic, student services computer. The cool thing is, I can tell you the mechanics of the program, how the university calculates grade percentages, and how the computers relay information within the network. It is learning new things and having a tangible translation of my new knowledge, to share with others. Because without it, how are they to even begin to comprehend the depths of the knowledge I possess? This idea is what keeps me going when the schedule becomes routine.
"Time on earth is so precious and short that I couldn't bare to spend it any other way then how I am doing it right now."
Exactly, Paul. Or, in remembrance of a certain AP Lit teacher and his allusions, "I had many more lives to live, and could spend no more time on that one."
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