Essays - Part 22
July, 3d, 1863
I have not slept today at all. The wounded are brought every minute and I now have a feeling that this battle will never end. I suppose I must be tired, but after having seen so much death, I can hardly feel anything. I know I must save people’s lives and this is what I have been doing here, so close to each battle field, since this horrific war started. But is it really important now? What is the use of saving lives if those who survive are thrown again into the massacre of war which destroys my country?
Considering my high school experience, I come to the conclusion that it has been one of the most interesting and fruitful periods of my life so far. If I were to give advice to perspective high school students, I would summarize all my ideas to three principles.
First and foremost, be socially active. Your high school life provides you with excellent opportunities for making new friends, socializing and making something useful, but truly enjoyable. Join the organization committee, school newspaper staff or even propose yourself for the President of your school. You will definitely have a lot of work to do apart from your studies, but this experience may be positive both in terms of your future admission to college and acquiring useful skills.
Three years ago I successfully passed my driving test and bought my first car. In two month on a winter day I was driving my car when I saw a friend of mine waiting for the bus. The weather was so nasty I stopped and offered him a lift.
He got into the car and we started chatting about some trifles. I noticed that he had not fastened his seat belt and asked him to do it. In several minutes we got into a horrific car accident.
Unlike most of my friends, who enjoyed the stability of living in respectable suburbs, I spent my teenage years on the move. My parents traveled a lot on business, being a choreographer and a doctor with a famous theatrical ballet company, and I had to face the choice of either traveling with them, or living with my grandparents. I chose the first option, which meant that I would have to study in different schools, sometimes just with a private teacher or using the Internet technology, sending and receiving e-mails with home assignments and stay with parents for several months during the end of the school year to take my exams and prove that I had acquired the necessary level.
Several years ago I took up yoga as a hobby. My fascination with this fitness system gradually evoked my interest not only in the physical exercises, but also in certain spiritual practices and led to the fact that gradually I acquired a number of Buddhist friends and constant rows with my mother. She, being a devoted Christian and an active member of the church community, found it very difficult to digest the idea that I enjoyed the company of those people whose religious beliefs, in her opinion, were totally unacceptable.
For centuries writers and poets have addressed all the spheres of human activities. They wrote about feelings, emotions, historic events, scientific inventions, biographies. But if I were a writer, I would still choose to write on the topic which is far from being original. I would definitely write about love.
First of all, love is a feeling that at least once was experienced by every person on our planet. And it is no wonder that people are more eager to read about something that they know from their own experience. However, love is deep and has many shades and meanings. It can be love to a man or a woman, a love of a parent to a child, a love of the God to his creation, a love to a friend or a relative. Yet, it always has the spirit of novelty and, thus, still gives a possibility to write something original.
Each year school-leavers struggle with stress, tiredness, lack of confidence and time to pass one of the most important milestones in their life. They spend days and nights studying, sit their exams, write their applications and live in an exhausting anticipation. They try to enter a college. Everybody agrees that this period is one of the most stressful experiences in life. But is it really necessary for the admission procedures to involve so much competition, which inevitably leads to stress?
Every year many young people work hard to pass their school-leaving exams and enter a college. However, for many of them acquiring good marks is not the only worry. Unlike the lucky minority from wealthy families, they must also think about the ways of getting money to pay for their education.
Many years that we spend going to school or university are impossible to imagine without all those endless hours of doing boring home assignments. If you ask any student about the amount of homework they would be ready to do without complaining, the answer is very likely to be none. Students claim that homework deprives them of any free time they might have during the school years, that teachers make them work excessively and put them under stress with the strict deadlines for submission. But is this attitude always justified and why do we have to do our homework?
Every single year when a new fashion season starts, fashion capitals of the world turn into Meccas for the followers of the latest trends. The greatest fashion houses present their collections, top designers set the trends, photographers and models work hard in an attempt to make people fill their wardrobes with the stuff they don’t need. Every single year designer labels make millions by selling “the latest craze,” But is fashion really that important?