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January 2019

Senior Year (Writing Like Herman Melville)

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Having walked in the hall for the two-thousand three-hundred and fifty-fourth time it was like any other day to the average Fenn scholar, but to Luke, it was different. Today was Lukes first day as a senior, the grand halls of Fenn rang with the history of Luke’s time there. As Luke turned frighteningly fast to the right of the Boll Building math with hallway, he saw his friends for the first time since before the summer. Being a senior at Fenn means a few things, it means that you know the school inside and out, every hallway and every fastest route to any class. It also means, that everyone will be looking up to these seniors, as guides and examples for what to do throughout the year. Anyone who has went to Fenn since fourth grade understands the responsibilities of being a senior, every move a senior makes or doesn’t make reflect on the entire school. Luke, having known he would be looked up to, was planning on making the best example of himself, to better the Fenn Community. A path through a educational career at Fenn  is not a straight and simple one, it twists and turns and bends one to its breaking point. During the ninth grade, not only must one have to survive the academic challenges, but they also must be prepared to do the full application process while completing a high school course load. No, 9th grade is not a task for someone who wants to take a year to ride out and relax, its for the people who can double down and get their work done. Luke knew that every week would be a challenge and he would have to put in his full effort. Throughout this year, having known all of this, I think I have completed my 9th grade goals and more.


Writing Prompt #2: How do you deal with meeting people who are different than you?

The Fears Of Difference

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Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.”

 

People that are different are scary. Meeting new people can be one of the most nerve racking experiences of your life. Finding out that they are extremely different from you can be even worse. I have had this experience multiple times, and have had to learn how to get around the differences. You have to find a middle ground and make the experience interesting. One time that I remember this happening to me, was on my soccer team in 7th Grade. In 7th Grade I was on the Strikers soccer team, which was tons of fun, the thing was that I didn’t know anybody on the team. As it turned out, most of the people on the team where actually extremely different to me, not only in the way they played, but in the way they thought. At first it was very challenging because it’s hard to make friends with people that you’re not similar to, but as we played more as a team I felt us come together as a group. I think the way we did this was by finding a middle ground that we all agree on, and build a friendship from there. Another time I’ve experienced this was when I was first skippering a 420, and my crew was a quiet kid that like to keep to himself and focus on the task at hand. To be successful, there has to be a strong bond of trust and communication between the skipper and the crew throughout their time together. I figured out that it was best if I did most of the talking, and he could butt in at any time to point anything out. It ended up working out perfectly because he wasn’t pressured at all, but he ended up having opportunities to take control of a situation and face his fears. No matter how different you think you are from someone, there’s always a middle ground.


Would you rather be ignorant and happy or wise?

A happy man is ignorant. Personally, I would rather be wise. What good is it to be happy if you can’t understand the world around you? I think it’s important to be wise over being happy because of a couple things. First, A wise man must have many experiences, good or bad, it gives them knowledge and peace. An ignorant man must stay out, never wandering far, never taking risks, and worst of all, missing out on the experiences that a wise man would have. Even if an ignorant person is happy, there is less value to it. If you’re wise, every bit of happiness is earned through enlightenment. An ignorant person is blind, they don’t see the world for what it is, and they will never understand the value in knowledge. Only a wise person could truly understand the importance of education and the pursuit of enlightenment. Second, even if an ignorant person is educated, they choose not to see the world for what it is, they choose to ignore what is going on and stick to their own business. While this might keep them happy, it makes society lose out overall.

 

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—

     Because I was not a socialist.

 

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—

     Because I was not a trade unionist.

 

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—

     Because I was not a Jew.

 

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

This poem illustrates the dangers of ignorance, and how it is better to face the world and all of its horrors, rather then acting like it is not their. I would rather be the person helping out at my own risk, then pretending that I don’t notice. Being wise comes with a cost.