By Kenneth Rosen
In my apartment, buried under a stack of papers, is a manila folder. Within it: nine Student Suspension Reports, lists documenting 180-odd absences, one expulsion record.
I never went to high school. Which is to say I did, but for only a single year. For that one year I managed to do, at most, homework assignments for my HTML class. I never knew what was due when or if there was anything due at all. I never cared.
My room was a mess — where I spent most, if not all of my time out of school. Motherboards, PSUs, RAM chips, a soldering iron, graphics cards, screws, plexiglass, a scroll saw, hard drives, computer cases and fans were strewn across the floor with me in the middle. I knew everything about what made a computer process information to coding simple software to building my own. And I did that every day.
Build, code, rebuild. Build, code, fry a chip, rebuild. It was tedious work met with a lot of failures and late nights, all for what? The commitment to build a better machine.
More recently, I’ve been told to make sure I pace myself and don’t burn out, asked how I’m managing so much at once (editing the school ‘paper,’ managing a staff of 15, freelance writing, blogging, school, eating). I, however, am not alone.
My staff and I spend every hour of every day on-call. If they’re not in the office, they’re a ring tone away and a bet would be won if played on the tip that they’ll pick up even in class. They’re editing, tweeting, Facebooking, writing, shooting video, capturing audio, keeping a publication alive through hard work even if it means frying a chip and having to rebuild once more.
All for what? We at District realize that nothing is ever finished, nothing is ever completed if your eye is set on perpetual self-improvement.Contact Kenneth Rosen.
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