You see, one day, I woke and realized that none of this mattered.
That instead of trying to get good grades, what I really wanted was to get back on my feet and try to find the passion to learn again.
And when I say learn, it’s not just the “memory-this-for-an-exam-and-forget-it-after” kind of thing. I mean, falling in love with the mere idea of knowing something new, being interested in the mundane. You see, my four years in high school with all the bulk of a top-notch scientific education made me forget that.
When I was younger, I used to read books, hard bound text books, cover to cover. It was for no real purpose, besides that I liked it when things started to add up. But for a long time, all I’ve been doing it memorizing and applying. Never understanding. Never knowing what all this stuff about Galvanic Cells, or Electromagnectic fields is for. I think that was a big problem. I couldn’t learn anything if none of it made sense.
Now, I’m trying. Slowly, and maybe I won’t get much of it at all. Maybe, I can’t make my grades catch up, and maybe, some of them will slip further down the failing mark than before. But before I leave high school, I want to remember what it’s like to pursue a knowledge bigger than myself. I want to remember what it’s like to know.