Of recent, turmoil has completely invaded my life. Among the turbulence is the flux of the high school-college transition. A bee colony of 1,600 students becomes a bee colony of 28, 00 students – this one with more than only one reigning queen bee. My reputation – everything I have worked for the nine years that I have lived in the United States – will evaporate as soon as I step through the gates of the Universitas Virdis Montis’ (UVM’s) main campus. I once had a teacher for AP United States History that emphasized the very early American principle (colonial, even) of hard work. He called it “pulling yourself up from your bootstraps.” That’s what is expected of me next year. For the beginning of the year, at least, I will be disregarded by college professors as just another freshman fly that they will attempt to swat away, as the buzzing in their ears turn into pleads for recognition. As a first year “fly,” I will be expected to undergo the undergraduate metamorphosis driven by the colonial American ideal of “pulling yourself up from your bootstraps”:
- The Freshman Fly: An overpopulated group of insignificant yet boisterous students buzzing for attention.
- The Sophomore Ant: A hard-working population of students managing to carry a heavy load on their shoulders while learning to follow the pheromones of the main population.
- The Junior Bee: The student population which fertilizes the crops of knowledge as they are forced headfirst into the world outside their college colony.
- The Senior Centipede: Successfully juggling a hundred tasks, this student population is ready to graduate from his undergraduate education. Some centipedes will continue their education in graudate school while others yet will begin their careers with anxiety-provoking interviews.
But what if I suggested an alternate undergrad experience? One that does not repeat the arduous cycles one goes through high-school, college, and undoubtedly beyond. If there’s one chapter of my life I would rather forget, it would be early high school. Though substantially more comfortable than middle school (*shudder*), I spent long nights studying for what at the moment seemed like the most important classes of my life.
Life is too short to work so hard for fleeting respect, isn’t it? I’m not an expert of philosophical discussions on the meaning of life, but if life is measured in the number of different experiences one has, then repeating my high school experience in UVM would be an errant way to make the most of the undergraduate experience. That’s why I’m proposing a new angle for my priorities as well as this blog: Discovering New England. For the first time in my life in two weeks I will be living on my own. Sure, I’ll have the support of a roommate, but the authoritarian nature of parental presence will evanesce.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Formaldehyde: A Preservative Agent’s new angle: Discovering New England.
Felix Torres, Aspiring Travel Aficionado