Kevin Clark:  

My story by Kevin Clark The answer to the eternal question, "is there life after high school?", is a resounding yes. The answer to the modern question, "is there life during high school?", remains to be solved. High school, for me, was a difficult time with not a lot of life in it. Most of the time, I felt like I was dying. Dying of boredom; dying from the suffocation of absurd authoritarian rule; dying from exposure to chronic stupidity, apathy, and low expectations. As many of you know, I moved to Minnesota for my sophomore year, then back to Aurora Central for my Junior and Senior years. Things were different in the land of snow and ice and really big mosquitoes. I spent a year as a Minnetonka High School "Skipper" (whatever that is). Our mascot was a blue octopus. What's up with that? At heart, I was still a Trojan. As Nietsche said, "What does not kill me, makes me stronger." Well, for me, high school left me feeling very strong because it nearly killed me. Meanwhile, I believe it was Proust who said something to the effect that "suffering helps us grow." Since our high school days, for many of us, are our prime suffering years, boy, do we grow. After high school, I attended the University of Denver. I thought I wanted to be a doctor, but after working at the University of Colorado Health Sciences Center, I decided to pursue a different path. I was blessed to be able to study abroad in England for my junior year. I attended the University of East Anglia in Norwich. Julian of Norwich watched over me that year, so I was in good hands. I also had a chance to travel to the continent and saw Paris, Rome, Genoa, Florence, Pisa, Venice, Munich,...Expand for more