One of the high schools I attended required incoming freshpersons to write a paper titled "Who am I?" These papers were fairly big deals for the kids, and a source of much stress. Every year, there were rumors of kids trying to photocopy their student I.D. cards and turn them as a clever meta-essay, but none of these rumors were ever confirmed by me.*
These papers were then read by the student at the end of their four years at the school. I guess the goal was a forced existential examination, but given the vast gulf between the person I was in my senior year of high school and the person I was in the fall of my first year of college, I can't imagine that this would have been particularly fruitful for the students.
Since I started attending this school with my sophomore year, I did not write one of these papers. I have plenty of written paragraphs that can only really be described as journal entries from the last fourteen years, a great many of which are thoroughly public as blog posts. Leafing through them traces a character arc that I doubt is unique among the lives of American consumers aged 18-35. Looking back at my various journals, paper or digital, is a great way to remind myself that while I may be unemployed, at least I am not as much of a chundernozzle as I used to be.
Who am I?: I make two u-turns and hold up traffic on a one lane road to move a turtle off that road.
* I never cared enough to even begin the process of asking my advisor about the grading process for these papers.
We never got the papers back..and they were almost always garbage anyway. Asking immature, selfish, privileged 14-year-olds to write papers about themselves was pretty ill-planned. I pity the faculty having to read and grade these epic papers of self-centered drivel.
A photocopied ID would have been a relief.
Haha. I thought you guys got them back.
Chuckles is my hero and Tim is my hilarious...comment fro the day!
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