Things small as nothing, for requset’s sake only,
He makes important; possessed he is with greatness.
Troilus and Cressida 2.3.170-1,
Such was my existence in this most northern city, lost to the rest of civilization, abandoned to the forgotten, and forgotten by the abandoned. My metamorphosis was almost complete. With a new slate, another new beginning, a new me emerged in this place. One who would face the world wearing button up shirts and ties to grade school. If I was going to continue being isolated and singled out than I should monopolize on this existence in some way. I was not known to anyone here and thus I was in control of how I was to be known, which in of itself is quite a powerful place to be. This school district also had the enrichment program and consequently saw me as a prize when my school file eventually caught up to me. I was scooped up and segregated almost immediately and I played that to my egotistical benefit.
Only a brief peak into my memory book reveals the extent of my decent into pride. An award’s certificate with a student council award, computer award, chess award, and honors award included on it. Track and field award ribbons, letters of achievement, and badges fall out of the envelope that accompanies my memory book. I even found a bicycle safety award and a certificate of achievement communicating to all that I have completed the required course in magic and have graduated to the status of apprentice magician.
However, what is most telling of my personal journey was two report cards. On the first report card it was only the first two sentences that seemed to sum up so much.
“This term the student was allowed to choose his own topic to study. The topic chosen – Bananas.”
If that was not enough of a clue as to realize what the hell was happening to me, I found some other key sentences from the second report card.
“The student just seems bent on learning no matter what the cost!”
“The student wasn’t content to tackle anything ordinary.”
Finally, when the teacher was invited to make a comment on my ability to work well in groups and whether I participate and shares ideas/plans this is what they had to share;
“Yes – if he thinks that the others won’t steal his ideas – otherwise he is secretive about them.”
“He’s a fool, a madman, and a drowned man.The first drink makes him a fool, the second makes him crazy, and the third drowns him.” Twelfth Night, Act 1 Scene 5