Be your voice

Not every aspect of my blogs
has to be taken seriously. 

This may be the most fundamentally vital blog I will ever write. If there’s one thing I want you to take away from this series, it’s the following message: don’t chew gum stuck to the bottom of your desk, it’s not free candy. Only joking, what I want you to practice doing is not letting other’s opinions shape you. You determine your own self-worth. I’m well aware that I am not the first to reiterate this, nor will I be the last, but that just makes it a testament of how important it is for each of us to implement this into our lifestyle. I know what you’re going to say; easier said than done. Yet some people are naturals at not giving a damn of other’s judgement. I’m lucky to have a group of friends with this talent, and through them I've garnered a certain confidence that was once lacking.

Achieving the state of induced ignorance doesn't happen overnight. It starts by finding people who like you for who you are. The ability to show your true colors to complete strangers, and making yourself vulnerable to their judgement, is already a test of testosterone. The payoff is finding someone who doesn't let you make a fool of yourself, alone. This may take some fine tuning, b

ut anything of value does too.

Next, you must realize that you are not your friends, regardless of how similar you are. Liking each other’s companionship doesn't mean you’re not allowed to disagree and argue. If you really want to complement each other, you have to have your own opinions that are independent or even polar opposites of your buddy’s. Just like a married couple, arguing actually makes the relationship healthier (as long as everyone agrees on the subjects that matter most).  

Be your greatest champion.

OK, so you know what your fundamental beliefs are, you possess your own opinions on various topics, and you are who you are; you have friends who like the person you’re becoming. But you’re hide isn't, yet, impenetrable. A small jibe, a quick and vicious comment may not deter you, but something big can still shake your foundations. Everyone has felt, at least once, that the whole world is against them (human beings tend to be drama queens). At the worst of times, you question yourself, and downgrade your own self-esteem. The truth is that this only happens when we listen to our own brain noise. “The root of suffering is following and listening to that brain noise, and actually identifying with it as though that’s who you are.” ¹ When it comes down to it, what others think of us matters much less than what we think of ourselves; therefore, we are our own worst critic and enemy. “But that’s just the noise your brain makes, and more often than naught, it probably doesn't have much to say that’s going to help you… The times that I felt my best, are the moments that I've been able to pull that plug … and rise above [the thought].” ¹ If we allow our beliefs to echo the voices that aren't our own, we become slaves to that which we now are, not what we were meant to be.

Finally, never mistake constructive criticism for personal judgement. The former is something we should acknowledge and build upon (even if it’s hard to hear that we aren't perfect); the latter is that brain noise we must strive to outshout. In either scenario, defend yourself, not your brain noise.  

References: 

1  An interview with Chris Evans here.

Skip to 1:25 for instant inspiration. 

The cocoon

Well, this is awkward.

So, we’ve finally reached that fork in the road that most of us have been dreading for some time now: what are our plans for the future, both short-term and long-term? In other words, which is the lesser hell we hope to pursue in order to get a career that pays the bills. I’m willing to wager that regardless of your level of enthusiasm for the path you’ve set yourself upon, you’re worried. After all, this is university/college/workforce we’re talking about here; there’s no half-assing your way through it like you did in high school. You’re looking at long, grueling hours of hard work with your brain in 6^th gear 24/6 (you need at least one day to party, A.K.A sit at home and watch television). Instead of staying up late to surf Twitter and watching “Keeping up with the Kardashians” (guilty), you’ll be pulling all nighters finishing that immunology essay you should have started a month ago. After the initial shock of your first few feeble passing grades (which frankly, you deserved), you’ll begin to pick up the slack and take this game a little more seriously.

The problem with university and school in general, is that the subject matter that is being taught tends to be useless. I mean, how many of us actually know how to balance a check book, file taxes, pay bills, and manage budgets (but I’m ever so glad I can derive a polynomial function)? Sure, some could say that’s a parent’s job, but how did your parents discover it? If the first and foremost reason we attend school is to learn, shouldn’t we be taught the most essential life skills that will actually benefit us? Every teacher reminds us that we’re young adults at this point, but put us in the real world on our own, and I guarantee the majority of us won’t even know how to use a plunger. Food for thought…

Life without technology probably sucked.

Then you start to think, maybe the point of the educational system isn’t about what you learn, but how you learn. By that, I mean the mental process that goes on in your head to solve an equation, to memorize a series of chapters for an exam, to comprehend an advanced vocabulary, or simply to deal with the avalanche of responsibilities that threatens to crush you. Maybe math isn’t about knowing how to transform an exponential function into a logarithm, but about developing problem solving skills; breaking down complex fictional characters develops your analytical abilities; reading about ancient civilizations shows you how much better life is with internet. School is a cocoon that isolates you from the realities of the world until you’re ready to face real world challenges; you might have to brave some difficult weather here and there, but ultimately you should emerge as an able-bodied and extremely tired butterfly.

"I'm ready! Promotion!"

I may not be in university yet, but I have a sister who’s in medical school. You can trust me when I say it’s only uphill from here. For all of you actually considering dropping your studies and flipping burgers, life is like a bank account, in that you only get what you put into it. As my old man puts it: “Work hard now, play even harder later”.

DISCLAIMER: “Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a word for flipping burgers-they called it opportunity.” –Bill Gates (1)

References:

(1) https://sites.google.com/site/math10westviewsecondary/11-things-we-don-t-teach-you

The enormous green rage monster

This is your burden to bear.

I typically tend to blog about the stages of life in a chronological fashion, but today is about an aspect of everyone’s existence that is rather recurrent and not anchored to a specific age. As I type this, I feel an inexplicable rage radiating from every pore of my body, and I almost expect to see my skin take on a greenish hue. No, I’m not hulking out, but I’m nevertheless angry. I’m not too sure where it’s coming from, since I was all smiles just a few hours ago. My diagnosis is that it stems not just from one single element, but a whole host of things happening simultaneously. Sometimes we try to forget and bury the responsibilities we face, but a single provocative thought will suffice for the resurfacing of our daily challenges despite the barriers we hide behind. It’s this fantastic chaos that unleashes the beast within and raises our temper. I find that as a senior in high school, the stress of performing well on examinations for admission to university or for a better scholarship has a certain leverage. Now, couple that with extracurricular obligations, work and personal problems, and you may begin to feel as though the weight of the world is burdening your shoulders. The anger kicks in when you’re doing your best to cope, and the universe decides to keep piling it on. This fury is pretty unhealthy and tends to be a weapon of self-destruction.

There is another kind of anger that is born from resentment, jealousy, and outright hatred. It could be that you extremely dislike a manager, co-worker, teacher, classmate, or it might not even be a single individual. You may be infuriated by the ineptitudes of your phone, your internet provider, your insurance company, the infrastructure of your government, the international justice system, or world issues that need to be addresses but haven’t been (that escalated quickly). In a few days I will be travelling to Ecuador, where I will spend 10 days living among under-privileged citizens of the country. Already I have educated myself on the difficulties

Righteous anger breaks barriers.

those people face daily, challenges we in first-world countries ignore as they have been overcome. The things we take for granted, like a plastic water bottle spilling over the floor, has significance to the Ecuadorians that we will never appreciate. When my blood boils because of this injustice, that passionate rage gives me the strength and the resilience to take on every obstacle that clutters my path, and then some. I've discussed enzymes that catalyze change, and so far, I've never encountered one as effective as righteous anger. It transforms you and everything around you so well because it enables you to do what you know, deep down, is right.

As each of us knows, it doesn't often take much to make us mad; a single spark tends to work us up. That anger can make us violent and destructive, or dedicated and productive. Everything is dependent upon the outlet through which we express ourselves. Ra’s al Ghul from the 2005 movie Batman Begins had many quotable statements, but none as illuminating as this: "Your anger gives you great power. But if you let it, it will destroy you".1 If we learn to control our anger instead of it being the other way around; if we do not let it get the better of us, we will be a step closer to becoming the greatest version of ourselves.

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References: 

1 Quote from Batman Begins

The "highoschoolius" enzyme

So we’re officially halfway through my version of the Stages of Life. If this were a television series, you could call it the mid-season finale. We've covered the rudimentary phases of youth, from pre-birth to post-pubescent. This blog marks the final step of the teenage years, eventually transitioning into the life of the young adult. This period in time is not for the faint of heart, and it certainly is the most fundamental catalyzing agent to convert the standard Grade 8 Friday night mall-rat, into the socially isolated Netflix-watching couch potato. This quick-to-slow acting enzyme is known by its Greek name: highoschoolius, although today we just call it high school.

The first truth a fresh-off-the-bus ninth grader discovers on his first day of high school is that the experience is nothing like how the movies portray it. There isn't as much glory to be had. There aren't that many wild fights and crazy occurrences that happen on a day-to-day basis. Mostly it’s individuals shuffling from classroom to locker, to classroom again. Things start to get a little heated when someone stops in the middle of the hallway and gets yelled at for blocking the flow of traffic. High school is really just a giant mass of bodies existing within the confines of an edifice intended to keep kids off the rough streets. The closest thing to resemble it is prison, but one that allows you to go home after the hours of operation. (Disclaimer: Don’t envision high school to be the set of “Mean Girls”, you’ll just be disappointed to find out Rachel McAdams isn't there).

Not based off a true story.

Now let’s take a closer look. The first few weeks of your first year are those you spend hanging out with the classmates that came from your elementary school. You’re too shy to branch out and socialize outside of the classroom setting; I know I was. And then there’s always that one kid who has just enough testosterone to man up and test the waters. The baby bird leaves the nest and makes friends with other students. A few others are brave enough to follow in his footsteps and make new friends too, but most stick together and fear change. Another lesson to be learned here: high school splits the group into leaders and followers. As the year progresses, you begin to get to form opinions on everyone, even if you've hardly even shared more than a few words with most of the students. “That one guy is hot; I want to start dating him and tell him I love him the day we start going out”.” She’s really athletic, probably a Tomboy who has more guy friends than girl friends; she’s definitely a flirt.” “Wow, who knew stupid was contagious”. You’re still a reserved person, but you’re beginning to get out of your shell and pass judgement on people you hardly know (of course, you keep it to yourself). Yet you look up to the seniors with admiration and envy; they are the definition of cool and popular. The highest prestige you can achieve in this god-forsaken place is to enter your final year and earn the badge of awesome.

It's just me, myself and I.

The second year of high school begins. A long summer has separated you from your friends, and instead of a warm welcome, you get the cold shoulder and the fake kindness. In the eyes of your former colleagues, you’re a stepping stone to finding better friends. Moral of the story: you can’t trust anyone. Now you’re left to walk the long path of loneliness and solitude (FYI, it’s a synonym for the “journey of self-discovery”). You begin to mingle with people you judged a little too quickly and harshly the previous year. You spend more time focusing on your studies, since it is a school of learning after all. Finally, you try out for a school sports team, or club, or group, and discover something you can accomplish decently. Better yet, you get to know people who share common interests. “Dude, did we just become best friends?” ¹

Who will you become?

Grade 11 is an improvement over the previous year; this time you have reliable friends, you have something you’re good at, and you feel generally more comfortable in your own skin. The kid you were in grade 9 is becoming a faded memory, but there is still a shadow of your former self that remains. You continue to branch out; you put the effort to do well in classes instead of just getting by on a passing grade; you might even try to get involved in external organisations to fulfill those 40 hours of community service. At this point, you're beginning to establish which elements of your life to which you want to be associated. Which field of study will you begin to pursue? What are your daily habits? What is the source of your drive? What do you fear? Will you have the courage to overcome your angst? How do you treat others? What are your views on important world issues? Who are you shaping up to be?          

When life deals you a harsh hand.

Your final year of high school, and really the remainder of your existence, is dedicated to answering those questions. Getting to know yourself and the functioning of your inner mechanisms tends to isolate you from your classmates, since self-enlightenment must come from within. Your group of trusted friends is reduced to a limited few, and things that once mattered become irrelevant. Anything superfluous is cut from your life. This time period tends to be morose and difficult to manage, what with vast piles of assignments, scholarship applications, university offers, community volunteering, work and family. The stress of it all makes you want to curl up in bed and sleep until all your problems go away. It turns out senior year isn't as wonderful as you thought back in your first year of high school. Here lies the final and most vital test to which you will be subjected: will you submit to the challenges of the world and choose the easy route, or will you step up to the occasion and make do with the hand you've been dealt to finish the game strong? It’s a daily decision we all contemplate, one that I struggle with more than most. The high school experience I described is for the most part my own, and may not apply to everyone. Yet, if there is one thing we seniors have taken away from the last 4 years, it’s that when we do what is right, good things tend to happen in the long run. Your future suffers when you don’t work hard in the now. I’d like to leave you all with a quote that inspires me to just keep moving forward even when times are tough. “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift …, which is why we call it the present”. ²

References:

¹ Quote from Step Brothers

² Quote from Bil Keane

The Stirrings

"I don't think it's going to fit!"

The “Awkward Stage”, or “The Stirrings” ¹, is that not-so-fond period of our uphill trek through time. Our parents refer to it as the moment we begin to discover ourselves and uncover the temple of our bodies. Let’s not kid ourselves here (our lives are already so full of deceit – in this blog I will not stand for any falsehoods). Puberty is that one weird kid that joins your well-established social circle and tries to fit in – we've all been in both scenarios. In the terms of a shape sorter, they’re a triangle stubbornly trying to squeeze into the slot designated for the apeirogon (a polygon with an infinite number of sides, in case you were wondering) ². Life is the toddler that keeps jamming in the shape when it’s clear to anyone with an IQ above 20 (I think any lower would mean you’re not human) that it’s just not meant to be. But what do you know, the triangle gets stuck and it won’t be budging anytime soon. You’re in for a treat now, friend.

No hair, no problem.

          

          In my case, the journey through Hell began when I started to grow hair under my armpits at a time when everyone else was as smooth as a naked mole rat. Eventually, the hair spread to my legs, my arms, my face, my chest… you get the idea. My voice dropped like Justin Bieber climbing the ladder to reach puberty (sorry, couldn't help myself). All of a sudden I was being mistaken for my dad instead of my mother over the phone. When my voice wasn't cracking, my bones surely were under the pressure of the sudden growth spurt that stretched me to 6 feet in height. Strange sensations, dreams and thoughts pervaded my innocent conscience. I started to sweat more than usual, yet my general state of cleanliness and upkeep took a turn for the worst. The stupidest things made me laugh, and important world issues took a backseat to the 25 kill streak I just achieved in Call of Duty. I literally became the definition of lame, awkward, gross and immature. Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by puberty (if you are reading this as a girl, I’m sure the symptoms I described are transferable).

          

         At this point of the process, I'm fairly certain the peak of the nightmare is behind me, and there are only a few bumpy hills ahead. I wonder in retrospect why it was worth it: the embarrassment, the ugliness, the struggle of fitting in when the odds were never in your favor. Certainly there is a scientific explanation: that your hormones begin to produce testosterone or estrogen and transform you from boy to man, girl to woman ³. If this was the sheer purpose of puberty, couldn't it be less of an ordeal and more of a smoother procedure? No, I believe there is a greater motif lurking in the shadows. Teenagers are meant to suffer the brutality of change in the same way a puny army recruit undergoes training camp to emerge as a hardened and veteran Navy Seal. I’m not promising you that at the end of the operation you’ll be a beautiful white swan. But just like in war, there are some things you leave on the battlefield, and others you carry back with you in your backpack. There are those whose arrogance and bullying will encounter opposing teasing and intimidation; they will acquire humility. Others may have developed an impenetrable iron hide from the insults thrown their way. Some will have gained insight of those elements in life they should be prioritizing. Yet, there will always be those teenagers that come out far worse than they began, whether it is a fragile sense of self worth, an ingrained hatred of society, or self-destructive habits.

Who will you become?

These examples are few and vague, and you yourself may sometimes feel small and uncertain. Nonetheless, the point of puberty is to learn something from the struggle and carry it with you always, but more importantly to discover what kind of person into which Life will mould you. What will the contents of your pack reveal about who you have become?

           

References:

¹ Lois Lowry, The Giver

² Apeirogon http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apeirogon

³ About puberty http://kidshealth.org/kid/grow/body_stuff/puberty.html#