You know how it is when you’ve worked really hard to achieve something and then you feel this immense sense of accomplishment that you’ve reached the finish line? Yeah, that wasn’t my high school experience.
I literally skated for 4 years wondering what the big deal was with this place. We aren’t doing anything that challenges me in a way that makes me feel like I’ve accomplished anything. This isn’t a huge surprise since I subscribed to a strategy of taking the easiest classes available and being satisfied with a GPA that was anything north of 3.0. I was able to do that pretty much in my sleep.
Not every class was a cakewalk for me. I’m not trying to say I was too smart for the place, far from it. I don’t know what my ranking number was at the end of senior year but it couldn’t have been very high with a 3.1
That was by design though. I went in with a goal to get a 3.1 which was just high enough to keep the parental alligators at bay and also good enough to get into the JC I aspired to go to next. Mission accomplished with very little effort. I always felt like committing to a 4 year school and getting ready for SATs was just too much. After all, I really just wanted a living wage job and to go to work, come home and be able to do the things that I like to do. I never dreamed of being rich or a doctor or anything that ambitious.
I knew from just looking at the job market that the diploma itself was pretty much worthless. There was no career path ahead by just accomplishing getting out of Centennial High School with a diploma and I knew it. It was going to take at least 2 years at a JC to get a living wage job and for sure I’ll apply myself there when the time comes.
So it’s not a surprise that when graduation day came around I was ambivalent about the festivities and decided not to go. I went and played 18 holes at Glendoveer instead. I was finding it hard to put on a fake face for even one day to pretend I had actually accomplished something when in reality I hadn’t done much of anything. Let’s have a celebration after I’ve actually accomplished something hard.
I did take an interest in a challenging series of English classes my senior year because they offered college credit for them. Writing 121, 122, and 123. I admit to applying myself to those classes for sure and aced them all (took some serious effort), but only because it was going to help me the following year at Mt. Hood Community College.
By senior year I had enough credits to get away with taking a 1/2 day of classes (3) for my entire senior year. Additional classes were available but I took a hard pass. Half days are just what I had in mind to complete my 4 years of showing up. Now please hand me my participation trophy.
Another factor was I had a long term girlfriend from another school in town which affected the amount of extra curricular activities I engaged in. I probably should have spent more time in these and been more connected to my school, but that’s not how it played out.
So congratulations, you jumped through the hoops and earned a high school diploma. BFD.
One might wonder if this obvious lack of motivation hurt me at the next level. The answer is, maybe just a touch. The math classes had students in them that were ahead of me on day 1, but not necessarily at the end of the term. I had to buckle down a little bit to get through 4 terms of calculus and the courses leading up to them, but it wasn’t rocket science. I think it affected the amount of studying I had to do but not the grades I got in the end.
My college level approach to GPA was very similar to high school. I’m a lifetime 3.1 student and proud of it. Yes, I could have worked harder. No, I didn’t want to. And I was gainfully employed for 42 years as an engineer so maybe it wasn’t a horrible strategy.
But hey, kids, don’t do what I did. Find some balance with studying and having a healthy social life. Create some memories. I didn’t do that, and when I look at Facebook and see old high school acquaintances, I find it really hard to relate. For some reason it’s almost required to be a Trump supporter to be with the cool kids these days. Hard pass. I’ve never understood that, but that’s apparently how it is in SE Portland Oregon these days. Go figure.
My best advice would be to educate yourself to the point of understanding enough about The New Deal to realize it’s absolute lunacy to join the republican party. They won’t be happy until they’ve unraveled the entire safety net FDR and his democratic successors created. At least then you won’t be voting against your own self interests.