Building bridges for the future through collaborative projects
As part of this sprawling project, I admit that this is the first time that I have heavily made of use of technology within the English classroom. In many ways I am a very unorthodox character. Unlike many people, I have a very weak interest in video games and personal electronics (with the exception of my computer, which is my platform for work): instead, I often spend my time reading books on popular science (since technical works cannot be really viewed for pleasure). The public library is constantly bearing down on my back with fines, but a remarkable glitch in their computer system has made it so that I am now no longer being charged for some items. Needless to say, this has certainly helped my personal budget tremendously. I enjoy writing, swimming, and instrument music (alto saxophone) in my leisure time.
Some day, I will (ideally) become a chemist or a physicist. Such an occupation would require years of graduate, doctoral, and post-doctoral education before one could eventually amass the credentials required of a dedicated researcher (it seems that PhD students, at least in the sciences, usually do not have the opportunity to conduct original research by themselves ― such would be a privilege held only by the professors). Although my parents despair that the life of a scientist will never yield enough returns for me to live reasonably, I still have my own reservations with regard to this subject. There is an inexplicable prestige in pursuing the sciences that I seldom feel in other subjects. Businessmen typically spend their entire lives focused on increasing personal wealth (and more than in vain), whereas politicians rise, change and fall just as quickly as the states they command. But the work of scientists (and great authors too) are rarely forgotten so easily ― isn't that interesting? That is my ultimate goal.
Yet as a high school student, I still admit that certain parts of school are absolutely and utterly demoralizing. They are the sort of experiences that make you wish you could go to sleep and not wake up the next morning, so as to save yourself from glumly commuting to a series of otherwise tasteless classes every day. I do not care much if it is only October. Let me at least cherish my nightly six hours of peace without unpleasant thoughts! Where did those summer days go, when you actually had the time to study and work on what interested you? For the love of science, where were those days when you could open a book without the eyes of thousand unexpected competitors bearing down on your back!? I want out.
Some day, it will be possible to be productive and enjoy yourself at the same time. So what if I am still overworked, dealing with unfathomably arcane thoughts? I'll be satisfied all the same! Pity the curriculum cannot recognise this; the two are always considered to be mutually exclusive. At least, eventually, I will be able to escape studying what torments me. I keep my fingers crossed.