Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Open Road Ahead


It was tough deciding how to end this line of blogs I’ve been accumulating. I was almost used to the blog due every other week. It almost became routine. I even enjoyed writing a lot of them. It was sure better than the age-old journal entries from the days of yore. But alas, here it is, the final blog – numero 15.

I would like to take this time to look back  at my wildcat years, and then consider the future ahead. Millbrook was definitely far from the best years of my life. I made friends, though not as many as I should have, and worked hard in school to secure a promising future, though I probably didn’t have to make as many sacrifices as I did. Looking back, I nearly shut out everything else besides grades for a couple of years. It was not fun but there really isn’t anyone to blame for that but myself. Thankfully, after a few weeks at governor’s school this past summer, I met and got close to so many people and soon enough realized that grades did not define me- it’s the people and ideas you surround yourself with. Governor’s school turned my life around for the better, and ever since then, I’ve been having the time of my life! I’m pretty sure I’ve done more memorable things and met more unique and amazing people than I have in the past four years! Senior year has had a profound effect on my life, and it is definitely the one I’ll miss the most. I wish I had known what I know now back in freshman year. It’s always interesting, however fruitless, to wonder how things could have played out differently. But in the words of a poet I never thought I'd come to appreciate so much, Healthy, free, the world before me/The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. College is right on our doorsteps, leading us on to an open road of new beginnings, relationships, and opportunities. While many lament at the dwindling days here at Millbrook, I am counting down the days to a new chapter where literally anything is possible and nothing is holding you back. Don’t get me wrong, there are no hard feelings towards high school; I just regret not getting my nose out of the textbooks earlier on nor making the most of every opportunity that surely came my way. But hey, it’s all water under the bridge; life is full of second chances, and college happens to be one of them!

University life will undoubtedly change us from who we once thought we were. We’re supposed to find our people, our passions, ourselves. Is it possible? O me! O life?

Answer: Yes, do it while you can! Carpe diem – Sieze the day! I know I will.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Wishful Walt




After straining my eyes and sifting through pages of obscure cursive, I managed to make out several key ideas and thoughts regarding the late Walt Whitman. He was considering a dialogue between him and Abraham Lincoln, the “president-elect” in the first couple pages of the document. He also mentions liberation, ships, and oceans (from what I could legibly read). He speaks of a Ship of Liberty and how it crashes against the waves. It is my belief that the ship of Liberty represents America and its fight against corruption and foreign threats. Yet is stays afloat, riding along the sea of time, carrying its patriots to continuous freedom through and through. Whitman was writing all of this around the time America was splitting in two, and the nation looked up to its brand new president for fresh ideas and an end to the breakup. Maybe the ship is the president, and the president is capable of restoring the
“harmony” of the “world” that is the Union and Confederacy.


After reading a thorough analysis on the documents, I found out he was indeed planning to write an imaginary conversation between himself and the president. Whitman also tried to depict the Civil War as a four sided version of God, one that included Satan which represented the Confederacy’s fight and rebellion. He used the Spanish word “libertad” to make clear that freedom was boundless and America was not the only one entitled to it. President Lincoln was also depicted as a captain of a ship, sailing over a now tumultuous sea that represented America. We get a glimpse of Whitman’s thoughts and personality by his ideas resembling those of a man in the midst of his midlife crisis, gentle yet also fiercely trying to stand out in the world. He also drank heavily, clouding up his mind and represented America’s feelings towards the war as well. We even see his portraits and caricature drawn most likely from some bar buddies during one of his nights out drinking.