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Just things I wonder about ... and some people are nice enough to answer. You are welcome to answer, too ... just click on "Comments" and off you go! IF you don't want to be Anonymous, use the Name/URL option and just put in your name ... no URL required .... Starting Jan 28th, 2009, I am using questions from "Table Topics: Right or Wrong?"
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My senior year was awesome! I loved high school and had a great time all 4 years (and a learned some stuff while I was there too).
My baby is now officially a senior (sniffle, sniffle) and I only hope she enjoys it as much as I did!
Senior year was a dichotomy for me, happy to be graduating and moving and sad that I would be not seeing many of my friends or favorite teachers for a while, many I still haven't. However, since I am always up for a road trip, I was very excited that I was stepping off into the unknown road trip of the next chapter in my life. Looking back, I could not have predicted any of it.
Went to two different colleges for only two year then joined the Navy and learned two different languages Spanish and Russian. Then got out and joined the Navy Reserve. Lived in 5 different states and one foreign country. Worked in the following areas or industries:
- Restaurant/Hotel
- Computer Mapping
- Marketing
- Retail
- Naval Intelligence
- Commercial Construction
- Mortgage Lending
- Auto Lending/Finance
- Integrated Technology
- Architecture/Engineering
It's amazing what you think you know when you walk across the stage festooned in a cap and gown and you've not even scratched the surface of life....
My Mother and Father at my fathers' wishes sent me to a repressive Catholic School that really only wanted us to become good Priests, Brothers and Nuns. I hated it everyday. There were alot of noveau riche (newly rich) kids there that thought they were the 'da bomb' as jocks and cheerleaders, yet all along getting by academically because they participated in sports. They stole or copied hoemwork and buddied up with the intelligencia of the school yet had more contempt for those who aided them that those who wouldn't. This was expressed at after school parties. I avoided the whole lot.
In my extreme disliking of that school, I intentionally failed Algebra, English and Economics (Free Enterprise). Mom and Dad said you're going to summer school. I passed english and again intentionally failed algebra. This mandated that I had to go to Public school since there was no way I could get the credits needed to pass and receive a catholic high school diploma.
So I went to Lafayette High School and by almighty God learned more about people, arts and sciences my senior year alone than my ENTIRE time at Catholic school. I passed Advanced Physics, Chemistry, Algebra and Trigonometry with no problems, whereas I failed Algebra three times at Catholic school.
If any of you are in doubt about any of these subjects as it relates to me, just ask Cindy or Tom. Cindy and I discuss mathematics regularly and trade puzzles. We rediscover things that were discovered along time ago by minds far greater than mine, but Cindy and I nevertheless do 'discover' unusual things about math. Just ask her what the natural logaritm of negative 1 equals; Ln(-1) = ?, and how we figured it out.
I am just now discovering the genius I possess. It was shrowded in a veil of self doubt that God help me was imposed upon me by the mind scarring aspects and verbal abuse at that school with a hefty dose of less than adequate Catholic side kick. I often wonder if allowed to progress naturally in a nuturing educational environment if I could have gone to college at say 15 or 16 and where I could be now had I done so, because God knows I wanted to be an Astrophysicist and Astronaut. Some of you will most undoubtedly say that I am holding myself back, and to some extent I'll admit that is partially the truth.
A final word. I can not overempahsize the environment as it relates to education. If YOUR child comes home crying about how they hate their school over and over, move them immediately. Home school them, but don't leave them wondering daily what BS and humiliation they will have to endure at the hands of the choosen ones at school.
I had an awesome senior year. I moved to my high school in Munich, Germany at the start of my 10th grade year. I thought I would hate it, but LOVED it. Senior year was marked by taking 1/2 a schedule...I had taken all the college prep prerequisits earlier. I was in AP English, govt/economics, physics, and chior. The other 3 periods I worked in the office, the Enlgish office, and as a tutor to gifted 4th graders. Off hours I ran cross country and was on the ski team. I dated an older guy. Usually, after school (when there was no practices) we went to a gausthaus, had a beer and ate fries and did our homework together. Then it was home. Weekends, we went skiing when there was snow. Our senior trip was to London for 10 days. Oh yeah, I also had a job throughout the year: boys' department at the PX (I had to pay for all those extras: trip to London, skiing).
My baby is finishing her senior year...graduation is tomorrow. She's had fun, but she's worked hard! An average student, we were suprised to learn she'll graduate with honors! She's had a good time and looks to a great summer.
I agree with PEF...when we don that first cap and gown, we think we're 6" and bullet proof, we've seen it all, and done it all. Now? Wow, what perspective time gives us.
I loved my senior year. I was a band rat (drummer) and I remember our final football game. They honored all of the Seniors and there was not a dry eye out there. Do you know how hard it is to march with tears rolling down your face?
High school was a wonderful experience for me. College, not so much. I DO NOT think living at home while attending college is a good thing. You miss out on SO much living.
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