So it's almost over. I'm about to culminate the first semester of my last year in high school, and the Northeastern notification date is a week from today. In a matter of moments, I'll know where my future lies, and if all goes well, in under nine months, I'll be heading towards my next adventure.
These past four years have gone by in a breeze. I've made friends and memories that I'll cherish forever, but that's not the purpose of this blog. I'll spare you the suspense; I'm here to talk about the primary reason why parents send their children to school. I'm talking about a department of government funded by billions of dollars worldwide and the key to a fulfilling life: education, more specifically, my education.
I began my scholarship as a naive little freshman in high school with life ahead of me. I was part of the MYP and had no clue what my future held. I was a career-agnostic; I claimed neither faith nor disbelief in my future job and had no intent in figuring it out.
That same year, during one of those typical Fischman family dinners, I remember my dad mentioning the Innovation Academy. "The Inno-what?" I asked myself. But before I even had the chance to question him, my father began flaunting words like purpose and motivation, and lost himself in what became more of a pep-rally than a meal.
I wasn't 100% sure what it was, but my brother decided to join it, so why not, right? It was probably one of the most apathetic and impromptu decisions of my life, but I thank God for it.
Of course, once I decided to join, I began to research. I remember writing my application and thinking to myself: "wow, this is actually pretty cool". I applied in late 2013, and by the following year, I was in.
I've been part of the IA for the past three years and have seen it go through several changes. I've watched it grow, and have grown thanks to it. Through concrete projects, I learned about business, economics, science and marketing. Through experiences, I improved my organization, mastered programs like premiere and keynote, and became an annoyingly picky typographer.
I could write a bible-long essay documenting my learnings in the IA, and can genuinely say that it feels like I haven't learned a thing--in a good way. Most lessons I've learned have come through failures, struggles and solutions; it's been a rollercoaster, but a fun one to ride.
Now, I won't lie. There were some days when I hated it. I pondered on the idea of quitting and badmouthed whatever now insignificant problem I was dealing with. Other days, I felt scared. "What if some colleges reject me?" I'd wonder; "What if I'm jeopardizing my future by not going into the IB?" But most days I felt proud. Proud to be part of a program that taught me to question the rules, to value my uniqueness, to learn the right way.
Here's to an education that has taught me how to think and not how to obey.
Truth be said, my future is still quite unknown. I'm a senior in high school whose graduating in 6 months, but there are a lot of things that I am yet to learn. First of all, I haven't actually gotten into college yet, and even if I had, I am aware that things don't always go as planned. There is much I don't know, but there is one thing that is for certain: no matter what happens, I know I made the right decision.
“The earth has music for those who listen.”