Showing posts with label High School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label High School. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The Have Some Have-Nots: Or, The Rise Of The Privileged Poor

So, yeah, I think I just came to the realization that I did all 4 years of my undergrad college life completely and utterly WRONG!!!

After reading this New York Times opinion piece on "the privileged poor" who benefit from going to elite high schools before entering college. Having read that piece, and seeing the research and statistics which fueled the author's opinions, I'm faced with the startling realization with what was wrong with my transition to the elite liberal arts college I attended. I'm upset at myself, mostly, as these conclusions shed light on a few troubling moments during my 4 years spent going to school in Northern Vermont. Moments with which I wish I had conducted myself better, and for which I'm also ashamed of my behavior. But in my defense, this article also shows that perhaps I was not entirely to blame.

Seriously, you should go read it. Here's an excerpt:


"My research shows that, on average, half of the lower-income black undergraduates at elite colleges today come from private high schools like Andover and Dalton. As early as middle school (and sometimes sooner), students participate in programs like Prep for Prep and A Better Chance. These programs remove lower-income students from typically distressed public schools and place them in predominantly white, resource-rich, affluent private schools. Elite colleges effectively hedge their bets: They recruit those already familiar with the social and cultural norms that pervade their own campuses.
"As a sociologist, I study this new diversity at elite colleges. I call lower-income undergraduates who graduated from private high schools the privileged poor. Although they receive excellent educations, my research shows that their ability to navigate the informal social rules that govern elite college life is what really gives them advantages relative to their lower-income peers who did not attend elite high schools, those whom I call the doubly disadvantaged.Although also academically gifted and driven, they enter college with less exposure to the unsaid expectations of elite academic settings."

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Tao of David



This will be a long, serious read. Skip if you're not in the mood for such, because I'm about to bring it! As Eminem said: "But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet."

Last week I read a Yahoo! Sports article on current UFC welterweight champion, Georges St. Pierre, and how he dealt with bullying and the pressures of being the new kid in school when he was growing up. You can read the entire article here if you like.

Reading this got me to thinking on my own rough childhood, where bullying was just the icing on the cake. I realized that, despite how good I have it now, I had to work far too hard to get to where I am. What I'm talking about is this culture of fear that some bullied children live under. Like St. Pierre says himself, just the thought of going to school each day was a cause for fear. And it was like this for me, as well. It's why to this day I always hated school. From elementary on up through high school, going to school felt like going to prison. And when you grow up in the South Bronx like I did, prison is in fact an apt analogy for the public school system here.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I Used To Be A Poet, Once . . .

Reading over my friend Dion's blog, I realized that I, too, wrote poetry once, back in the days long forgotten. I used to write a lot of sappy teen angst romance poetry in high school (yeah, go figure). But when the girl I had written them for was too afraid to defy her strict parents and go out with me, I'd realized how maudlin I was being and snapped out it. I wrote a few poems for Lisa a few years later, but that was short-lived as well. I simply grew out of the need to write such silly things, I suppose. I never did consider myself much of a poet, anyway. My focus was more on writing prose, always has been.

But then a few months after I graduated college in 1998, I was bored at work and decided to give it one more try. The result is what you see below. It reads more like a metal rock ballad, but I assure you that wasn't intentional. As you'll soon see for yourselves, however, this is why I don't write poetry anymore. LOL!


Lost In Vain (The Reaper's Theme)
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Born before the sun invaded the sky,
I wandered the darkness aimlessly.
Watched as creation covered the land,
My purpose bloomed unfoldingly.


I'm the nightmare you wake screaming from,
Do you fear me, dare defy me?
From the darkness of your soul here I come,
Do you hear me, dare deny me?


I'm the creature men fear most,
They leave me in the rain,
Sin and guilt I love them both,
I'm a connoisseur of pain.
Years cannot hide my bloody past,
There's no glory or no gain,
Your day you fear has come at last,
With your dreams lost in vain.


When Mankind climbed out of the sea,
I hunted your world in wanton glee.
Laughed at your gods, danced in the wind,
While your mothers cried incessantly.


I'm the gripping terror of a wolf's call,
Do you loathe me, dare to love me?
My name’s unknown yet feared by all,
Do you know me, care to test me?


I'm the nightmare you fear most,
Your heart is mine to reign,
The ultimate predator, this I boast,
Thy soul is mine to claim.
Throw of God's dice, your fate I cast,
There's no glory or no gain,
Your day you fear has come at last,
With your dreams lost in vain.

 
 
Thanks, Dion, for getting me to remember this. And thanks for inflicting this anew on the world.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Tale Of Two High School Yearbook Photos

This week on Facebook is supposed to be the unofficial throwback retro week, in which members post as their profile pics old embarrassing fotos of when they were young and all fresh-faced. Like a lot of people, I chose to use a picture that was taken during senior year of high school for the yearbook. Of course, since this is me, there is a little story that goes along with the pics you see below.

As all of you are aware, I'm sure, when you get your senior yearbook fotos taken early in the year, you get a set of proofs from the photographer a few months later, and then choose the ones you want to make multiple copies of to give to family and friends. At the same time, you also pick the foto that will be used in the yearbook roll call section.




Well anyway, I chose the pic seen above as the one I wanted duplicated and disseminated to all my peeps. And why not, right? I mean look at it! I can tell you right now, that's not a fair and accurate representation of me as I looked at 17. My friends and wife say it is, but I know better. You would almost think I was some sort of Romeo, breaking hearts left and right, by that somewhat mysterious, yet saucy, expression on my face. All I can say is--such are the marvels of modern retouch photography! That soft glow, the sparkling twinkle in my eyes. Yeah, RIGHT! (haha)

Anyway, when I got my multiples in the mail, seems some fool misread my order and gave me about 50 copies of the following pic instead:




ARGH!!! I was so pissed! This, incidentally, was my yearbook photo. Somehow the geniuses at the lab thought the box I had checked for yearbook foto was also the same box for my friends & family fotos. Damn! But I had no recourse. It was late in the year, and everyone else in my class were already handing out their pics to all their friends. I feared that if I sent them back, I'd never get my new pics. So I sucked it up and just accepted my fate.

But yes, just for the record, it was always the first one that I'd intended to be in people's wallets. And, so, now I'm making up for all these years of angst by making it my official Facebook profile pic for a little while. To all my high school-era friends and family, this is me setting the record straight. Personally, I *hate* my official yearbook photo. And now you know.

Monday, November 3, 2008

This Book Saved My High School Career

Math was never my top subject. If I could have had my way, six year old David's school life would have involved nothing but reading books all day, and perhaps completing the occasional word problem or two. I was good enough to constantly get stellar grades in math, but it was always a chore for me. And I was a lazy kid. I hated any subject that required actual studying on my part.

Anyway, in 8th grade I had the world's worst algebra teacher. He took a disliking to me for whatever reason and seemed (in my opinion) to pick on me above all others. He actually told me to my face one day that I was a poor student and would never figure out math. How f'd up is that? As you can imagine, I didn't do so well in his class. Eventually I got my act together by the end of the year to pass, but it was a hard battle.

After that year, I actually believed I was really bad at math, and so I didn't apply myself the way I should have when I went on to high school. Things got really bad to the point I was on the verge of flunking geometry and possibly having to repeat a grade because of it. I was stressed out beyond belief. I had one last major test to prove myself and make up for the poor year I had had up to that point. The test was a super tests of sorts, a New York State oddity called a "regents" exam. I actually felt the cold dread of failure grip my heart as the day approached.

I studied my ass off like no sorry math cripple had ever studied before. Notes, text books, Regents-prep courses -- I did them all! And while I did actually pass the exam with a good grade, I of course thank none of these things for my success. :-)

No, you see, it is the book above that did it for me. I firmly believe this. Neverness is a hard book to get through, but it had a major impact on me nonetheless. The story takes place in the far future on an ice world colonized by humans thousands of years prior. The protagonist is a deep space pilot trainee studying to get his license. In this future, piloting spacecraft requires, among other traits, an affinity for complex mathematical algorithms and a near photographic memory to boot. The plot happened to be a really good one, too, which I suppose is why the book resonated with me. In any event, I used it as my inspiration when going to take my test. I pretended I was the protagonist, and that this regents exam was really my pilots exam. Except if I failed, I would die.

You think that's extreme, huh? Just remember, I was a 15 year old male in high school. Teenage boys dwell on that sort of high melodrama. :)

Anyway, the book actually opened up a love of mathematics for me. While I would never be deemed brilliant at the subject, I wasn't too shabby, either, for the rest of my years in high school. I was particularly good at trig, which surprised me. Everything about it just clicked for me. I ended up getting a 108% score on my final -- 100% for getting every single problem correct, and an additional 8 points for answering both extra credit questions correctly too! I was on fire that year!

I then went on to college and completed Calculus I and II when I thought I would be preparing for Med school. Yeah, the whole doctor thing fell through obviously, but at least I can say I faced my childhood fears concerning math and overcame them (and then some!) I'm proud of that much.

But it just goes to show the power of a young mind sufficiently motivated. One of my dreams is to someday have enough money or clout to produce an interactive sci-fi video game that uses mathematics in a fun way to, I dunno, power fighter ships through space or build suped-up, badass mech fighters or something. Basically, something that would appeal to a teenage boy or girl and show them that math can be fun if you spin it a certain way.

I'm serious. I would really *love* to make this happen someday.

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