Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Suddenly, everything is clear

A few weeks ago, or maybe more, I'm not sure, I took a career test. Actually, I wouldn't call it a test, but rather tests, because it was about much more than careers and there was most definitely much more than one test. There was a lot in there about personality, who I am, and as I mentioned before, career and the future. Anyway, I did the test and sent it off to a fellow who's been in the counseling business for some time now.

So, a few days ago I had an appointment with him. His insight was incredible. He knew me better than anyone has ever known me and was able to explain the way I am in every aspect better than I could dream of doing myself: why do I look at school the way I do, how I approach work, my social habits, the value I put in different aspects of life. Mostly stuff that I knew was true, but didn't have a concrete way of expressing. And that was only the beginning.

He continued to tell me what I was going to be and how I was going to get there and in doing so I was flattered like I never have been before, but ironically, he said that that's normal, he expects a person like me to, "slip through the cracks without being noticed." He said that it's likely that no high school teacher has or ever will think much of me, but to not let that discourage me, although, with my character, he suspects--and he's right--that I couldn't give a rat's ass if high school teachers think much of me.

I'm rambling, but this is my personal space--that's why I'm selfishly writing about myself, duh!--so I shall ramble on. Just thought I should warn.

Anyway, I should clarify what all that, "slipping through the cracks" means. In clarifying, I think I should also jump back and say a bit about this guy's methods. First, he is very, very well-respected in the counseling business. His main competitor in the area said that when she gets stumped with a patient she sends them to this guy. Not that this is an indicator of his brilliance either, but this guy's written loads of books as well. Enough of why he's awesome; I need to spell out his methods the best I can. What he does is take the questions that I answered and matches the answers up with other people who have taken the same kind of tests, and I should mention that the people he matches answers with are people with careers. Oh yeah, I should mention too, that this guy's seventy-four I think, so he's got a large backlog of data he's working with. Anyway, so in doing so he finds what college would be best for me to attend, what career path I should take, etc.

So what did he find? Well, essentially the most flattering ego-boost I've ever received from anyone. He first told me something along the lines of--not a quote since I don't want to get a word wrong--I'd be very surprised if in fifteen years you were not teaching at the college/university level. He had clarified this previous by saying that I am an absolute academic and that I would not be happy doing anything that everyman considers useful. Instead, my career lies in discussing things like philosophy, literature, anthropology, and eventually writing both fiction and nonfiction. He also said that I should most definitely not have an orthodox education, instead, I should go to Earlham College (or a very similar liberal arts school, but he recommends Earlham), spend two years there and either transfer then or go far away to do something interesting like hike across God knows where or become, you know, a monk, or something; most of all I should at some point do something very interesting and out of the ordinary. Then, after that, I should eventually finish school and become a professor. Oh yeah, and all in between be writing a whole bunch. He said that what's key for me is to have many experiences so that fuel of experiences will turn into writing. Apparently, I "cannot be taught to write," I will instead, "learn to write."

So, my big question would have been, uhm...that's all well and good, but I kind ‘of suck at school and all the indications point to me being, at best, slightly above average intellectually. To this idea, he said that my high school grades are no indication of my intellect, and that he is sure that I am in the top five or ten percent intellectually, but with my character, it would be very possible to never know that. He said that I'm perfectly capable of straight A's, but that it's not in my character to strive for that, and that that's OK, because if it was an option, the best thing for me to do (in his opinion) would be to skip out of high school now as a junior and go on to college, because for me, my diploma will be pointless.

This probably all seems pretty weird, and it is to me, too, but this is the path he says I should take, the path that will most likely lead me to success, yes, it so happens that I guess I will have an interesting life along the way, but his methods aren’t for finding how people should go through their lives to be happy, his methods are for finding out how people will succeed, and it just so happens that my track for success will needs to be filled with these interesting things. He’s not trying to map out a fun life for people, but one of success; it just so happens that the way to success for me looks to be a fun one, or at least it looks fun to me.

That is all for now on my career test adventure.

To change topics entirely, I bet whoever isn't reading this could never guess my motivation for writing this overlong post. It was because I got a new wireless keyboard (and mouse) and it feels way good and I wanted to type something long on my lap. Anyway, he recorded the half-hour meeting and is sending us a CD of it. And, since this is my personal blog and I can do what I want on it, I may transcribe the meeting onto the this space sometime. Hey, if this were for other people I would tag things in my posts so people could find it, but it's not, it's more like my journal, or something similar that someone from my school would also call homosexual, or some such.

That is all for now.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I really shouldn't do that again

I can see that in my fog of lack of sleep, my last two posts were a little silly, especially the last one. I think in the future it would be wise of me to abstain from running-off-on-the-keyboard past three o'clock in the morning.

If I showered now I bet I could come up with a clever title for this post

The shower is truly a wonderful place. It's where some of my best ideas come to me. It's where I came up with most of the ideas for my short stories. It's where I think about philosophy. It's where I consider the current week's This American Life. It's where I consider the last Radiolab I heard. It's where I came up with an idea for an art project that made me wish I had taken art to develop the skills I needed to actually make my idea a reality. It is, as they say, where the magic happens.

I felt the main reason I should discuss why virtually all of my creative ideas arrive to me in the shower as of late is because of the reason why they don't occur to me anywhere else. The ironic thing is that without the reason behind why less and less creative ideas occur to me outside of the shower, I wouldn't have the means of which to have my mind come up with the ideas I deem so valuable in the shower.

To be brief and perfectly, brutally honest, the answer to this question of what stops my brain from coming to revelations of creativity outside of the shower is noise. When I'm in the shower I obviously can't bring my ipod, my computer, or a book in with me, and thus, I'm left to entertain myself with my thoughts. Again, though, without my ipod to listen to Ira Glass or Jad Abumrad and Robert Krulwich, my computer to, apart from checking Facebook, listen to music and look deeper into stories related or similar to the ones Ira or Jad and Robert point to, books to gain perspectives on the world, and everything besides, I wouldn't have the wood for the fire that sparks the ideas that come to me in the shower.

Well, I guess the moral of the story is to take more showers, kids. You may just write a novel because of your greater cleanliness. Or, not.



Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Wow, I wish I knew about this crap sooner

I just found out yesterday that I have a summer reading assignment for my AP Language and Composition class next (school)year.

This could mean one of two things for my most loyal readers--Mr and Miss Nobdy:
1. This summer reading cuts into my summah time so much that I never have a chance to finish even one short story thus resulting in zero content appearing in two dimensions this summer.
2. In reading, my creativity is sparked and I actually write at least one short story.

One other thing I thought about while I was in the shower--because that's where all my thoughts and ideas come from--is that I think I ought to have my English teacher crack his whip at my story before I send it in to Knox. Why am I even bothering to write this? Two reasons:
1. I can't stop typing.
2. This will mean that if I finish my short story(ies hopefully) there will be a big update to one or more of them.

That is all.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I think I now have the motivation I need

So it seems high school is flying by, being a senior and all next year.  To be honest, I have rather mixed emotions about being a senior. I guess, though, they're not as mixed as they once were, at least now I sort of know what college I want to go to, and have a back-up just in case I don't get in. Nevertheless, it's strange, seeing the seniors graduate, it's like a preview for next year I guess, which is somewhat surreal to me.

The motivation I meant to talk about was motivation for me to complete my short stories.  As of now, my work ethic is rather poor, and all I have to show for it is a page, and some ideas that are written down in my notebook in the form of little paragraphs in between drawings of random things...like toasters...I like to draw toasters sometimes.

So what is this motivation? Well, to save myself some time, it's this: http://www.knox.edu/writersscholarships.xml.  After spending about two months looking around the internet about colleges, I decided I really liked Knox College.  I wasn't sure If I was going to be able to get in though.  My main concern was my SAT, because I hadn't done so hot on my ACT a few months earlier, and at the time I decided I liked Knox I hadn't received my scores for my SATs yet, but alas, I got my scores three days ago, and I did exponentially better than my ACT, and good enough for Knox. 

My hope is that I can get all the paragraphs of ideas to turn into short stories over the summer.  And now, I've got more motivation.  If anyone actually reads this and is interested in my other college choice, it's Hope College in Michigan. It's a walk away from the shore of Lake Michigan, and like Knox, is in a beautiful town.  Really, they're both good schools, I simply prefer Knox because of its respected and well-known creative writing program.


Monday, May 4, 2009

I hate everything

I especially hate that someone on my Facebook friend's list made this note.

"First Book of Democrat
CAN WE GET AN AMEN!!! 





FROM THE FIRST BOOK OF DEMOCRAT 


PSALM 2008-2012 



OBAMA IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT. 

HE LEADETH ME BESIDE THE STILL FACTORIES. 

HE RESTORETH MY FAITH IN THE REPUBLICAN PARTY. 

HE GUIDETH ME IN THE PATH OF UNEMPLOYMENT. 

YEA, THOUGH I WALK THRU THE VALLEY 

OF THE BREAD LINE, I SHALL NOT GO HUNGRY. 

OBAMA HAS ANOINTED MY INCOME WITH TAXES. 

MY EXPENSES RUNNETH OVER MY INCOME. 

SURELY, POVERTY AND HARD LIVING WILL FOLLOW ME ALL THE DAYS OF HIS TERM. 

FROM HENCE FORTH WE WILL LIVE ALL THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES IN A RENTED HOME WITH AN OVERSEAS LANDLORD. 

BUT I AM GLAD I AM AN AMERICAN, I AM GLAD THAT I AM FREE. BUT I WISH I WAS A DOG AND OBAMA WAS A TREE. 

Today's Quote: 

"Americans grew tired of being thought to be dumb by the rest of the world, 

so they went to the polls and removed all doubt.''



It's not that I'm apalled that people dislike Obama; of course people are going to dislike the president. It comes with the territory, but this note is just frustrating on so many levels.
However, I'm so sick of people talking about politics that I don't really want to go into any more detail about this.
On a happier note, I worked a lot more on my short story last thursday and friday, and I'm sure I'll eventually finish it, though, it will still probably be awhile untill I'm actually done.


Monday, March 30, 2009

The story is coming along nicely

I finished writing out my outline and I am getting ready to write the real thing. The only thing is, since I write it during classes, it's all in a notebook, which is going to make getting it onto the internet more tedious, but whatever.