In my future endeavor to comprise my autobiography, considering the events and circumstances having so transpired in my life (as it is attestable in all) I would have never found the occasion to which I sit now and ponder as to what I would write about. Surprised by this sudden occurrence of writers block, though minor, I nevertheless have much to say and much of which I long for people to know. Furthermore, I write this upon my laptop that has an interface adequate compared to the want of a contemptible excuse for an internet connection based on my other device. Alas, I find already a lagging… our society is doomed. But, I get ahead of myself.
When I was a freshman in high school I failed a years’ worth of English, a Years’ worth of Bible (a required course where I attended) and a semesters’ worth of Keyboarding. Ironically, I average between 30 to 60 words per minute. Annotatingly, I learned all I needed to know from my Keyboarding in class and walked away with a thorough knowledge and ability to type and type exceedingly well. So, why did I fail Keyboarding, I failed because the department of education and the school system failed me. But, again, topics for another time.
That summer, my parents fuming at the makeup required that I graduate in 2002 with my class, fortune favored them as influence casted its grace through owners of a summer camp/summer school far in northern California. This educational school was called NAWA. The meaning of the acronym I have regrettably forgotten. NAWA was a comprehensive system of learning that allowed usually the struggling, like myself, or the delinquents to attain and education and credits despite having disadvantages often induced by the inadequacy of the educational system; at least in 1999. I have come to learn that steps are being taken and prerequisites are becoming established for teachers on a more elevated parameter than when I was in high school.
In four weeks at NAWA a student will achieve, if they graduate, an entire semesters’ worth of high school credit in Mathematics, Science or English. I was to attend for eight weeks, thus completing my freshman year of high school English. In addition to the chosen academia, students are also given PE credit and First Aid credit. For four to eight weeks each, each month called a “session”, students are taken out on what was called a “challenge”. The implication of the name is precisely by which it states: it is a challenging endeavor. The first week entails always hiking. We are required to purchase back packs or “packs” suitable for an entire weeks’ worth of literally roughing it. No toilet, no shower, no toothbrush (to cut down own weight), no tents, no running water et cetera. Food was cooked on tiny stoves which a propane tank roughly the size of a Super Soaker 20 water container (I think I just dated myself, if any of you can relate). Water was pumped from fresh water streams through a hand-pump filter… expensive. Business was taken care of in the utilization of mountain currency: toilet paper. If you think money is valuable here, you can almost by anything with toilet paper in the mountains. I’m sure many of you can again relate, all you hikers.
As we hike for about 7 to 10 miles a day, we set camp every night somewhere new. We do our homework, we are given lessons of First Aid and also taught by way of simple mentor hood from our teachers/counselors. Throw in the drama from an age range of 15 to 18 year old children (and one dribbling little Autistic freshman boy who didn’t know the back end of a bulldozer to that of the social queues thrown like a barrage of arrows in the midst of a revolutionary battle of ancient conflict of emperors and warlords) to the isolation of mountains and not necessarily wanting to be there, and you have acquired the best eight character building weeks of my life. Four more the next year to make up math.
Two “F’s” both semesters of freshman high school college prep English. Two big “A’s” of eight weeks in the wilderness with one-on-one mentorship and no desks, no fire drills, no bells, no bloody school busses, hall-passes and permission to pee or poop (why are we required to request permission to relieve ourselves? Is it not the prime instinct of mankind to do so? Are we prisoners? Are we convicts? Why are we being punished? Why are you putting us in a shell and bubble of control? Why are you so surprised that we so regularly try to break that bubble? What happens when you force any living creature into submission? Jewish Holocaust; the American Revolution; William Wallace; animals….). The next year when I made up Algebra 1 at NAWA I got an “A”. When I took it in school I barely passed the first semester with a low “D” and was so miserable the next semester that I told my teacher, “I’m just giving up.” Endorsed by my parents under the disposition to make it up at NAWA. You get the picture, reader, yes? “Everyone is a genius [and everyone can become academically and scholastically proficient]. But, if you judge a fish by how well it can climb a tree, you’re going to think it is stupid.” -Albert Einstein. Not only did he fail English, but he dropped out of school. So have I. But when you read that quote and who said it, your conditioning to that name and the psychology you hold to it bears weight. Einstein changed the world, and not just with the Atomic Bomb or his theory of relativity (I believe time to be constant until I can see it or prove otherwise, just to say). He was on the Autistic Spectrum. Did you know that Sigmund Freud was significantly smarter than Einstein? His intelligence quotient was in the 190’s. Einstein was only about 160. Also, did you know that Freud was not necessarily the founder of Psychology? Jung and one other, whose name regrettably escapes me, gave the progeny to the science that has become so widely used today.
I have a theory. I have many, actually: in music, science, theology et cetera. I make 13 dollars an hour in which the government takes (steals?) 30 percent of it all. I work over eight hours almost every day. I shop at goodwill. My computer… all of my devices and internet are grossly out of date. My care needs service and I cannot quite afford it. I have a section 8 voucher and no where to live because no one takes Section 8. I am blessed with abundant food and shelter, but I do not have the resources to market what is has been given to me by God to do: write.
Would you be willing to help someone who can write very well? And now the inadequacy of technology has struck again… worthless interface and worthless device to accomplish what I am: a writer! 20 seconds, that is how long that last sentence took to finish displaying on my screen… 30 seconds later. Please, check out my book and spred a word that there is a guy who still knows that an ellipsis has three dots; who still knows what a semi-colon is used for. Who still capitalizes his “I”; who knows even that a superlative adjective carries far more meaning than a comparative in the description of a present perfect notion of great importance!
-The Giver of Words
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