In the speech “This is Water”, by David Foster Wallace , Wallace shows many reasons on why everyday behavior is based off of a person 's education. He speaks about “the difficulty of empathy” and how education is used to learning various life lessons. These include the ability to understand other people, have deeper thought, and manners used in our everyday lives. Wallace’s speech shows that
Similarly, in This is Water, David Foster Wallace argues a real education as offering people the choice of what to think about in life. He states that “a liberal arts education is not so much about filling you up with knowledge as it is about ‘teaching you how to think’, but rather about the choice of what to think about” (1). After getting educated, students obtain the basic knowledge among many subjects, but with all the information and facts being offered, people may lose conscious of what to think about. Schooling may cause students over-think things which are unnecessary because it may take over what you actually notice and care. Wallace insists “learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and
All my life I was only good at one thing: school. I took my education very seriously. I studied every opportunity I got. I always did my homework, got my work done on time, tried to be the best --at one point I may have been. You see, I was always on the honor roll, a straight A student. I received valedictorian in middle school and continued to succeed academically in high school. But, it wasn’t until my junior year in high school that my perfect record would slip. I just transferred into a school that was renowned for being rigorous and fast pace. After the first month of attendance, I had yet to adjust to this new environment. My grades started to slip no matter how much I tried. I started to become the student I never wanted to be, the one who had to work extra hard just to maintain a B average. There was a point when I came to the conclusion that I would transfer back to my previous school. I decided that taking college and high school class simultaneously was not for me.
Imagine moving to a new place by yourself while your family lives on the other side of the globe. When I was fifteen, I left my family in Korea to move to Texas. A weekly Sunday phone call became our ritual. There was a silent yet clear agreement that phone calls should only be made on Sundays except for an emergency. On Tuesday, September 18th, 2011, my phone rang at 4:00 a.m. As soon as I saw the call from Korea, my heart immediately dropped. I answered quickly and my father said, "Ben, your mom needs you now." This one phone call shattered my life as I knew it.
In my junior year of highschool, I found my bliss. Of course I had no idea what a bliss was at that moment, but I am confident that it was still my life calling. I had no idea what college or career I wanted to pursue and was doing nothing to prepare for life after high school. In a high school football game in the evening of September 12th, 2014, I was blindsided by a player on the other team and taken immediately to the hospital. It happened on the first play and I was in a hospital bed by 7:10 when the game started at 7. At the hospital I met some of the most influential people in my life: a surgeon from Chicago who dislocated his shoulder in wrestling, a nurse from Rockford who broke his leg in football, and a hand specialist that just retired from the Navy. Going through all this was not the best moment in my life, but it was how I found my bliss.
Graduating from high school was one of the most difficult objectives I could have been through. Not just because of the work, but just knowing that I was about to leave the place I had grew up in my whole life. As I walked across the stage on that crisp Saturday morning, a feeling of satisfaction flooded my body and my mind was at peace. As soon as my high was over and I touched down on the asphalt of our track thoughts of college, leaving home, and my unknown future all raced through my mind at one hundred miles per hour. Although my peers and I use to speak of how we were so ready to graduate from high school and leave our hometown, when that moment finally set in that we were about to graduate nobody wanted to depart. It was like our hearts’ were chained to our hometown like a tree hugger being chained to their respective trees. Once this bitter sweet moment left, we all geared up and prepared to set sail. Venturing off into future endeavors is usually the main
For my whole life, I lived in a town so small that you cannot breathe without everyone knowing about it. Growing up like this, you are forced to be friends with people because there are no other options to choose from, but you end up knowing so much about them that you are practically family and are forced to love them. Just like my family before me, I attended Ledgemont Schools from kindergarten up and was well on my way to graduating from there as my parents and two brothers had before me. My junior year of high school, I attended Lakeland Community College as a part-time PSEO student and spent most of my time dreaming about graduating and getting out of the small town I spent my whole life in. I had my future all planned out: I would graduate from Ledgemont, go on the annual senior trip to Disney World, go to college, and start a life; I was almost there, until the fall of my junior year when it was announced that my school would be merging with another. Berkshire High School happened to be one of the best and worst things to ever happen to me. Don’t get me wrong, I was definitely miserable the
Because of my mothers’ negligence and my fathers’ absence, burdening my grandparents, aunts, and uncles had become an annual tradition. After my grandmothers turn was cut short from an unexpected gangrene infection I was hauled to Georgia to live with my uncle in January of 2010. This was the middle of my 7th grade year and I was in critical condition. My heart was failing from the calamity of having to leave my dying grandmother alone in New Jersey. Eating was no longer a possibility, for the only thing I could taste was the pungency of fear blended thoroughly with the gritty hatred
My mother has always told me, even when we were at the airport, she was constantly repeating herself, and I thought she was going crazy. She said 'Guenael. I love so much, and well do. Sometimes, in life. We go through many struggle that will make give up on our lives. And people will notice you 're weakness and use that against you to bring you down. So, don 't get intimidated by it. You 're smart. You can do it” Never ever get discourage. Pray harder when life hit you on the ground”. As she was given this speech, I was playing with my robot toy and thinking of what was the importance of the long dull speech while I thought that life couldn 't be as destructive as an earthquake. But, now, I have to realized that, everything she said were
I often find myself wondering what my life would be like with her here or if I turned out to be how she imagined. I have come to the conclusion that no matter how hard I try, no amount of research or begging for answers from God will help me. Unlike these few things that will never be known, I will always know her smile, crave her laugh and appreciate the impact my beautiful mother had on this earth. Some days it hits me harder than others that I no longer have a mom, but remembering the feeling helps like medicine. Not knowing at the time the little moments I shared with her would turn into memories I would cherish forever. Through my mom’s journey with cancer she always had a smile on her face, even on her last birthday she would ever experience, just nine days before we would have to say our goodbyes.