Twas the night after my first World History class. The overview of what was to come was still fresh in my mind. The roaring battles between nobles and their families, the whimsical and almost ludicrous arguments that started wars, all the "fork on the left" mentalities that set my interest ablaze. The eloquent and quixotic feel that seems to be absent in my generation all led me to one conclusion. I want to be a modern day Renaissance man.
While I grew up in an environment that was not as well manicured as one where you'd actually see a
Renaissance man, I still made great strides in my effort. I was not a noble who was raised in a mansion. I was a boy raised in a house built on the decimated aftermath of a farm explosion. I never had a tutor …show more content…
My doctor had requested that I take some time off school. However, the thought of missing school and having to jump back in with a pile of work only deterred me from taking such action. Also, my families already gargantuan medical bills prevented me from receiving the medical care
I needed until the beginning of my senior year.
After some time I told a teacher of my current situation, his name was Mr. Field. He was the one who kept my head above the water and was an honest, modest, and respectable man who shared many of the same experiences as I did. He and I worked on apps together and would have regular talks where we'd discuss all sorts of obscure topics.
Nevertheless, while Mr. Field was a lighthouse in a dense fog. I had yet to reclaim the skies to continue my journey to a true Renaissance man. I returned to college and this time I was trying to develop my person and attempt to gather myself so that I may enter the realm of academia with a truly strong step.
This leads me to where I am right now. A current senior at Cab Calloway School of the Arts. I currently spend a great amount of my time studying and reading. I hang out with friends, donning wings which are on a full extension and this time I have no intention of going anywhere but
While I grew up in an environment that was not as well manicured as one where you'd actually see a
Renaissance man, I still made great strides in my effort. I was not a noble who was raised in a mansion. I was a boy raised in a house built on the decimated aftermath of a farm explosion. I never had a tutor …show more content…
My doctor had requested that I take some time off school. However, the thought of missing school and having to jump back in with a pile of work only deterred me from taking such action. Also, my families already gargantuan medical bills prevented me from receiving the medical care
I needed until the beginning of my senior year.
After some time I told a teacher of my current situation, his name was Mr. Field. He was the one who kept my head above the water and was an honest, modest, and respectable man who shared many of the same experiences as I did. He and I worked on apps together and would have regular talks where we'd discuss all sorts of obscure topics.
Nevertheless, while Mr. Field was a lighthouse in a dense fog. I had yet to reclaim the skies to continue my journey to a true Renaissance man. I returned to college and this time I was trying to develop my person and attempt to gather myself so that I may enter the realm of academia with a truly strong step.
This leads me to where I am right now. A current senior at Cab Calloway School of the Arts. I currently spend a great amount of my time studying and reading. I hang out with friends, donning wings which are on a full extension and this time I have no intention of going anywhere but