I Am a Scholar
Within the chaos of my growing life and amidst the budding rage that made up my earlier life there was a beacon, a lighthouse offering me haven from all my troubles. And it was with gusto that I devoted myself completely to my studies, consuming everything that I could with a gluttony that not even King Henry the 8th could of matched at his buffet table.
My teachers were amazed at my ability to learn, at my desire to maintain my grades even though I had no support, no "parental discipline" in my life. They also shook their heads for though I could absorb the greater parts of science and English without a worry, I failed miserably at math, detesting it with my whole heart. And what I lacked in a desire for math I made it up for in history.
Each year I devoted myself to a new study, throwing myself with eagerness at any particular study. I had a time when I covered myself within the African savannah - its geography, its flora and its fauna. I probed the supernatural, seeked even further into Ancient Egyptian culture and wallowed in the glories of both real and dead faiths of people.
I wanted to learn more, to find out all I could and to fill my mind up so it couldn't lean towards the darkness in my life. I wanted to distract, to consume myself like the phoenix within the ash of anger and become someone that was educated. And finally I wanted to escape the stupidity of those that I seemed to live within in the state of KS. And there was nothing that I would hold back on with my history, which I completely loved.
And still I seek to find ways to learn of others, to become a worldwide citizen and seek what I cannot understand. There are some who say I am smart, some who mention I should go to college but all I want is to bring the world together with my scholarly finds, to prove we are just looking at things through cloudy lenses when they are just the same for each of us....
