This year (senior year) I’m in British Literature. Although I know that sounds like one of the most boring classes I could possibly be taking, it actually hasn’t been that bad. I really like the teacher and she gives me lots of freedom with the papers that she assigns.
One of the most fundamental things that makes someone who they are, are there beliefs. Without our own beliefs and ideas our lives would be a bland monotony, similar to the life of a microwave (but without the wonderful ability to unevenly cook frozen dinners). Three of the main things that have shaped me into the person I am today are my friends, family, and fun (the 3 F’s as they have been compassionately called since the construction of this sentence). These three items help to make up who I am and where my priorities lie.
The first item in my triumvirate of morals is friends. As a teenager my friends greatly influence who I am. Although sometimes my aspirations should reach farther then things that my friends choose to do, (like trying to pole vault over an eight foot volley-ball net) they are still a huge part of my life. I have known many of my friends since elementary school and throughout our friendship we have shared many fun and interesting experiences together. At times we’ve been known to do things such as: convincing each other to try skateboard tricks well out of our abilities with much chance of bodily harm, play catch with pocket knives, chase geese with our parent’s minivans, and sometimes even commit heinous crimes against humanity such as talking in church. But as a group we have stuck together throughout thick, thin, and “possible police involvement” and I think we are all stronger because of it.
The next stop on our voyage of my beliefs is my family. As embarrassing as it is for me to admit they have had some part in raising me and thus have influenced me to be who I am today. Even as a young fetus (ewwww) they were instilling values upon me (although as a fetus most of the things I was being taught were items such as: develop a circulatory system and don’t wrap that umbilical cord around your neck). Later in life they taught me right from wrong, how to manage money, and the awkward tale of where babies come from. With out my parents I wouldn’t know how to survive in a society such as our own. I’d probably be sitting on some street corner with all of these crazy ideas in my head, thoughts like babies are created by sexual intercourse or some other foolish idea like that. But thanks to my loving parents I know that none of that utter bologna is true.
The last piece trilogy of Joel is fun. While at first glance fun might seem misplaced in my paper of beliefs, after further examination I think you will agree that it couldn’t possibly fit in any better. Firstly the word fun starts with an ‘F’. This paper could not be about the three F’s if I picked another word such as spectacular. Sure spectacular describes me fantastically but well, “The two F’s and the S” isn’t that catchy of a title. Secondly I try to have fun in many if not all of the things that I do. If you only knew me by reading this paper you might think to your self “Self, this writer sure is a literary genius but he seems so uptight and boring. Do you think he ever has fun?” but of course you’d be dead dog[1] wrong. I try to focus my life on doing things that I enjoy such as watching wonderful NBC programming such as The Office and inserting references to the bottom of my school assigned papers. I feel trying to live my life like this will make life, well, a little more fun.
After carefully examining what makes me into the amazingly looking man that I am, I feel I must bring this paper to a close with some thought-provoking insights or conclusions (at least that’s what the assignment was). This paper (‘The Three F’s’ [not to be confused with ‘The two F’s and the S’]) is a lot like an onion. As we peel back all of the layers we start to see a transformation take place. First off comes the dirty outside, then we start to rip away layer after amazing layer, our eyes begin to water, and as we fight back out tears we see that we are left with the wonderful and pure center of the onion. It sits there looking us directly in the eyes and whispers “If you hear an onion ring, answer it”. Although that metaphor really got away from me, what I take from this paper is this; during the last 17 years of my life and infinite number of things have impacted me and molded me into what I am today, and I wouldn’t trade any of those things for the world.
[1] The term dead dog refers to a level of sever seriousness. The term was coined because if you were telling someone that there dog had passed away, you would need to be very serious.
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