today i was thinking about a young man i knew some time ago.
he did not see any value in his high school education except it was time he got to spend with his friends. he did not see a point in working especially hard, nor in learning things that did not interest him.
he was polite about it, but he knew the futility of most of it, and he knew you knew the futility of it.
you all knew he wasn't going to live to graduate.
he knew who he was, he knew what he wanted, and he knew the one inescapable sucky thing. there's a lot of stuff you do in high school because people tell you that you'll need this later. sometimes this kid should have been wearing a t-shrt that said thank you for not wasting my time.
when people tell you to live as if you're going to die tomorrow, do you get all ambitious and study all the things? or do you kick your feet back and try to have a reasonably good time under the circumstances?
i think if i had a year or so to live, i would not be all in a hurry to learn calculus.