icy fingers…
1,381 words | Posted on May 11th, 2004
Scott was 18.63 years old when he wrote this!
Filed under: General
I come to you today as a free man. I have felt the icy fingers of higher learning being pried from my mind, and I can still sense the lingering aftertaste of the instant satisfaction in completing my last exam. I have finished high school! And, yes folks, another college semester is in the bag. I only have about twenty seven more semesters to go before I become a MD, then I’m totally done with this school stuff! Well, I’ll begin with a semiformal apology for not blogging too much recently. Between schoolwork, housework, computer crashes, website downtime, and being out of town for three days, I haven’t exactly had much time to sit down and write to the great abyss of total anonymosity. I don’t think that’s a word… well it is now I guess. I’ll just jump right into my first topic.
I’m done with high school! I just got my grades back and I passed my macroeconomics class at the college (the last credit I needed to complete high school). No, I wasn’t in any fear of failing that class, but it still felt good to go up there and see those As and think to myself, “well Scott, it looks like you’re done with high school.” Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t really find graduating high school anything ‘impressive’. Heck, here in Florida, you can fart your way through high school. I’m not sure why so many people make such a big deal out of it. Some of the people I know (former track team /shrug/) gave me a really hard time for not “walking the stage” in the public graduation ceremony. I guess I just don’t see the reason or feel the desire in going in front of a crowd of strangers and graduating with other ‘classmates’ who are all strangers. The only people I would even know at the graduation are those from my former track team, and I don’t think I’ll touch that topic. At any rate, I have no desire whatsoever to go. I asked my parents, though, if they wanted me to do it. I figured if it’s one of those things that they wanted me to do, I’d just go on and do it for them. Thankfully, they couldn’t care less about the ceremony ^_^ I’ll get my diploma in the mail and it’ll be just fine for me. There is one bad thing though. My family doesn’t know I’m graduating. Well, my immediate family knows, but my extended family is relatively clueless. “Graduating, but I thought he was home schooled?” “So what grade is he going into next?” I think I’ll be getting a lot of interesting questions about it, but oh well, I don’t really mind.
I’m done with another semester of college! I guess that brings my total up to 40 hours out of the way. I’ll have 51 credit hours done by the end of this summer too! It’s funny, that’s a lot more than I thought I would have had before finishing high school. I’m about a year and a half ahead of the game, so assuming nothing goes disastrously wrong, I’ll be able to end up where I want to be a year and a half earlier than other people graduating around me. I guess I’ll usually be the youngest in my classes, but hey that’s not a bad thing. It’s quite fun being able to squeeze in and out of situations and b
e overlooked because of your age. That and/or people are no where near as critical of someone of a different age. I’ll most likely be around people who are older than me. I wonder what affect this will have or has had on my personality. One thing I thought about when I walked out of my last day of my classes was the people. I don’t mean to sound sad or gloomy, and in fact I don’t feel at all sad about it, but I’m close to no one. The closest ‘friendships’ (if you can label them as that) are those I make semester-to-semester in college. When my classes finish, all those connections are severed, leaving nothing but the prospect of forming new ones in the next semester. Naturally, this leads you to ask yourself about the things to come. What will this next semester bring? Knowledge? Wisdom? A better personality? A girl? Befire you jump ahead of yourself, you have to remember what you need this semester to give you; an A.
Wardriving. Yes, the spooky little kid is at it again. “But Scott, I thought you threw away most of your equipment?” Yes, it’s true, I did throw away most of my equipment, but all I need for war driving is my laptop and a wireless network card. I’m not doing anything fancy like using my special antennas or starting small networks inside the car or anything like that. I’m just using a power inverter to give me dependable power for my laptop so I can drive and park wherever I’d like and have some fun along the way. Last night I went out (fairly late) and cruised some upper class residential neighborhoods just to get back into the groove of network scouting. I was impressed at how many new networks were there since I last visited a few months prior. One of the places I stopped at a few months ago had a completely open wireless network with a computer that had openly shared drives and a shared printer. I had a pre-made “you’ve been hacked through the air” flier that talks about the problem and has instructions on how to secure a wireless network. I printed it out on their printer ^_^ Last night, when I drove by again, I was impressed to see they had wireless encryption enabled on their network. Way to go strangers! I feel my job as been done. Is this little flier printing gig some mental compensation and justification for doing something that is border line ethically wrong? Though (when done correctly) it’s perfectly legal, there’s just something that doesn’t quite feel right about gaining access to somebody else’s network and computer(s). Backing up a few years, this concept makes me wonder what about this is appealing. What went wrong in my childhood that makes me get gratification in gaining unauthorized access into other peoples’ networks? (joke) In all seriousness though, I do have to question my motives. I’ve come to the temporary conclusion (for lack of a better set of reasons) that I simply like being someone that I’m not. Small, unskilled, and relatively weak, I never was quite the type to go out and take chances in the physical realm. Any physically competitive activity seemed to be viewed through a mist of apathy. “Why is this glorified when your ability is that you’re born with?” Despite how much I tried or worked, I could never be any good at something like football, for example. Long ago I started spending my time in things that gave everybody equal opportunity (regardless of how you were born) and decided that the only thing better than toning the body is probing the mind. Your gained skills (and praise, if desired) were directly related to the amount of work you put into it. I’m not making any sense. I’ll sum it up. I can be that sneaky little shadow that cannot be seen, but can be sensed. Ahh, the partially schizophrenic, partially psychopathic teenage male with a little computer and an itch for global domination; it’s time to play the game, you’re only a pawn.
I’m going to go now. I have many things to do. I finished getting this site running (with comments and new posts and all) on the new server. Thanks to Tom (more information later) I have some really sweet hosting. I’ll be using this guy for a while… I’m really impressed with his services. I’ll blog soon, I’m sure. Until tomorrow, have a good one! –Scott
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