When my parents finally revealed to me that my grandmother had been battling liver cancer, I was twelve and I was angry--mostly with myself.
They had wanted to protect me--only six years old at the time--from the complex and morose concept of death.
And as I began to consider my future, I realized that what I learned in school would allow me to silence that which had silenced my grandmother.
However, I was focused not with learning itself, but with good grades and high test scores.
I became desperately devoted to my education because I saw knowledge as the key to freeing myself from the chains of ignorance.
While learning about cancer in school I promised myself that I would memorize every fact and absorb every detail in textbooks and online medical journals.
In any case, these articles of clothing affect our being and are the unsung heroes of comfort.2) When I realized I cannot understand the world.
I recently debated at the Orange County Speech League Tournament, within the Parliamentary Division.
I have been evaluated by the College Board and have placed within the top percentile. I am not a test score, nor a debater, nor a writer. And I became so when I realized three things:1) That the world is ruled by underwear.
There is a variety of underwear for a variety of people.