this is the second time that nick b steves has described me as being in a hurry, so maybe now that I’ve graduated I should take a moment to reflect. with any luck, the writing will be better than in my last post, so it’ll make up for being less … interesting.
Today, people spend the first two and a half decades of their life, and possibly even more, completely socially isolated from everyone not within five years of them, with the exception of family. (No, schoolteachers don’t count; there’s no possibility for social influence from so obviously adversarial a relationship.)
I entered the final stage of my two-decades long education experience maybe 4 years ago, during a hot August. I’ve gotten lucky, since midway through high school, that I’ve managed to get involved in things that let me have social interactions with people more than five years older than me. most of the actual learning I’ve done in that time has come from those experiences. being a student technician in high school – al about that helped me. I may have been kinda awkward when I entered college, but the time spent working (and hanging out) there got me far ahead of where I’d been when I’d started high school.
in college? learned even more stuff outside the classrooms. a few academic research projects, two failed startups (and a healthy fear of the future of healthcare in the US), reading books and other writings (how else would I have wound up in this reaction thing), and training in parkour and martial arts. that last – that’s what prevented me from once again becoming socially isolated. I don’t mind the bruises, the scrapes, and the one broken finger – if I had to re-live these four years all over again, I’d still choose to take all those injuries instead of retreating into isolation. plus, having a broken finger made the end of this term marginally more exciting. it’s been a frustrating few months though, knowing how worthless lectures are and having to sit through them all anyway.
well, on Saturday morning, I got up at the crack of dawn, threw on a goofy hat and sack-looking thing, and draped some stuff around my neck so my family, friends, and a massive crowd of strangers could watch me (and a few thousand others) walk across a stage, shake some hands, and receive … a slip of paper saying that my diploma will be in the mail.
and now I get to relax for a few weeks. I’m finally freed from the educational system, from the clutches of the indoctrination departments of the Cathedral, and I can do … whatever. starting tomorrow, I’m going to spend a week in the city I was born in, the most populous in the US, if only to remind myself why I’m glad I won’t be living there.