Jon Sasson
Writer '18
It is quite apparent that possessing the inherent ability of thinking on a higher level than those of the same age group is a blessing… though being the “young savant” yields a plethora of benefits such as a swift entry into accelerated seventh grade math and qualification for a gifted youth program, I also view the underlying curse. The perpetuation of detriment lying within every benefit is highly evident in this case, as here it to be more polar than others. I was born lucky: into a happy, supportive family and an IQ of 148. Once my parents had discovered my early ability to speak and comprehend I was immediately subjected to constant tests and put into special programs. In kindergarten I was accepted through the likes of a meer IQ test into the CW Post (Long Island University)’s Center for Gifted Youth. This program was life-changing as I excelled in high school level courses, such as rocket physics and logic, which assisted in my ease into higher-level work and enrichment at my elementary and middle school.
At those times life was simple: I knew I wanted to be a doctor because my father is one as well. I went to work with him, listened in on his dictations and shredded paper at his office. Flash forward into today. I am lazy and I am confused; along with these two attributes, I am utterly afraid. With every waking moment every day I think to myself: What is my passion? What do I want to do for the rest of my life? What motivates me? Do I even need to try? I had recently given a speech at a public speaking workshop regarding the my same exact fear. It scares the living sh*t out of me that I cannot make my mind in terms of a career. I look around at the internet and famous television shows and see people who have successfully pursued their passion: Casey Neistat taking videos about his fan mail and Jon Krasinski riding his own wave at The Office. What’s ironic is that as I watch the series more and more, the less and less I feel compelled to land on a specific field. I watch these characters carry out their monotonous lives as they loathe every single day of their careers. I do not want to be one of those people. I do not want to be the self-hating salary worker who takes orders from an absolute moron such as Michael Scott; but at the same time, living a transparent life through the wants and needs of others could be quite desirable. Settling down with a wife like Pam Beesly does not sound too bad, but I am aware of the vast result in a wasted brain, funds, and future that would come with working in a cubicle.
I want to be wealthy, but I also want to pursue my passion. Though there is a possibility for these inverses to intersect, I have not found that point yet. I will continue on this path on my axis of life and I will continue searching for that one future. The task that will make me financially secure, accepted by my parents and want to live my life as every day is my last may not exist now, but I know I will find it sometime. I am deeply afraid, however, that that discovery will never come.
Writer '18
It is quite apparent that possessing the inherent ability of thinking on a higher level than those of the same age group is a blessing… though being the “young savant” yields a plethora of benefits such as a swift entry into accelerated seventh grade math and qualification for a gifted youth program, I also view the underlying curse. The perpetuation of detriment lying within every benefit is highly evident in this case, as here it to be more polar than others. I was born lucky: into a happy, supportive family and an IQ of 148. Once my parents had discovered my early ability to speak and comprehend I was immediately subjected to constant tests and put into special programs. In kindergarten I was accepted through the likes of a meer IQ test into the CW Post (Long Island University)’s Center for Gifted Youth. This program was life-changing as I excelled in high school level courses, such as rocket physics and logic, which assisted in my ease into higher-level work and enrichment at my elementary and middle school.
At those times life was simple: I knew I wanted to be a doctor because my father is one as well. I went to work with him, listened in on his dictations and shredded paper at his office. Flash forward into today. I am lazy and I am confused; along with these two attributes, I am utterly afraid. With every waking moment every day I think to myself: What is my passion? What do I want to do for the rest of my life? What motivates me? Do I even need to try? I had recently given a speech at a public speaking workshop regarding the my same exact fear. It scares the living sh*t out of me that I cannot make my mind in terms of a career. I look around at the internet and famous television shows and see people who have successfully pursued their passion: Casey Neistat taking videos about his fan mail and Jon Krasinski riding his own wave at The Office. What’s ironic is that as I watch the series more and more, the less and less I feel compelled to land on a specific field. I watch these characters carry out their monotonous lives as they loathe every single day of their careers. I do not want to be one of those people. I do not want to be the self-hating salary worker who takes orders from an absolute moron such as Michael Scott; but at the same time, living a transparent life through the wants and needs of others could be quite desirable. Settling down with a wife like Pam Beesly does not sound too bad, but I am aware of the vast result in a wasted brain, funds, and future that would come with working in a cubicle.
I want to be wealthy, but I also want to pursue my passion. Though there is a possibility for these inverses to intersect, I have not found that point yet. I will continue on this path on my axis of life and I will continue searching for that one future. The task that will make me financially secure, accepted by my parents and want to live my life as every day is my last may not exist now, but I know I will find it sometime. I am deeply afraid, however, that that discovery will never come.