SAURABH KUMAR
Assignments
Assignment 1: Person, Place, Thing
I was on a seemingly perilous mountain road in Colorado’s Arapaho National Forests when I finally got tired of hearing myself incessantly humming Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. Looking out the window, you could see the certain death you would meet if you were to take a turn just a little too fast.
The still-snowy scenery left the roads wet and slippery with slowly melting runoff, but there was a serenity to the whole place. It was quiet. Only a few other cars were on this road, and, admittedly, we all were a little more nervous when one was coming in the opposite direction forcing us to inch our tiny Ford Fiesta closer to the unforgiving edge of the narrow passage. My mind continued to wander around a path that felt almost as never-ending as the road we were on. I have always been a planner. I plan out scenarios including every minute detail. Now I recognize it as a way to keep my mind organized in an attempt to keep my anxiety at rest, but in fourth grade, it was a fun way to pass the time; What car will I drive when I grow up? Where am I going to live in twenty years? What will I do for a living? Great. I had one of these figured out already, so all I had to do was figure out how to get there. I’m sure that if I could peer back into this moment, I would see myself looking through the window (rear passenger side, of course. Rear driver’s side was always my brother’s seat).
This would be a suitable place for me to lay out my life’s ambitions. In the mind of a ten-year-old, this task doesn’t seem too difficult: simply think about what you like to do most and then just do it for the rest of your life, right? Easy. My brother decided that he would be a professional baseball player. I didn’t particularly enjoy baseball, but when I was ten, I loved to sing. So it was decided: I would be a professional musician. It was the perfect plan, really; music had always been something in which I was interested. By this time, I had taken piano lessons for a couple years, switched over to drums, my dream instrument, and sang in the school choir. Music was already a big part of my life. I was the biggest Beatles fan I knew at the time, so why not pursue music?
This was a bit of a turning point in my life. I feel as though it marked my first real passion and it is one that holds strong today, too. For a very long time I have valued passion above all else. If you aren’t doing something that makes you happy, why do it at all? I keep this idea with me while I move forward to subsequent chapter in my life. Maybe the simplicity of a fourth grader’s logic shouldn’t be ignored.
The still-snowy scenery left the roads wet and slippery with slowly melting runoff, but there was a serenity to the whole place. It was quiet. Only a few other cars were on this road, and, admittedly, we all were a little more nervous when one was coming in the opposite direction forcing us to inch our tiny Ford Fiesta closer to the unforgiving edge of the narrow passage. My mind continued to wander around a path that felt almost as never-ending as the road we were on. I have always been a planner. I plan out scenarios including every minute detail. Now I recognize it as a way to keep my mind organized in an attempt to keep my anxiety at rest, but in fourth grade, it was a fun way to pass the time; What car will I drive when I grow up? Where am I going to live in twenty years? What will I do for a living? Great. I had one of these figured out already, so all I had to do was figure out how to get there. I’m sure that if I could peer back into this moment, I would see myself looking through the window (rear passenger side, of course. Rear driver’s side was always my brother’s seat).
This would be a suitable place for me to lay out my life’s ambitions. In the mind of a ten-year-old, this task doesn’t seem too difficult: simply think about what you like to do most and then just do it for the rest of your life, right? Easy. My brother decided that he would be a professional baseball player. I didn’t particularly enjoy baseball, but when I was ten, I loved to sing. So it was decided: I would be a professional musician. It was the perfect plan, really; music had always been something in which I was interested. By this time, I had taken piano lessons for a couple years, switched over to drums, my dream instrument, and sang in the school choir. Music was already a big part of my life. I was the biggest Beatles fan I knew at the time, so why not pursue music?
This was a bit of a turning point in my life. I feel as though it marked my first real passion and it is one that holds strong today, too. For a very long time I have valued passion above all else. If you aren’t doing something that makes you happy, why do it at all? I keep this idea with me while I move forward to subsequent chapter in my life. Maybe the simplicity of a fourth grader’s logic shouldn’t be ignored.
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Assignment 3: Decisions, Decisions.
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