<p>A quest for knowledge
As a young curious child, the quest for knowledge had always thrived me, although, I never knew how to hone it. The books, the obscure puzzle pieces, the demanding school teachers, had all homogenously swayed my thoughts in ways I could not comprehend. I found myself submerged into an abyss of wonders and confusion; after all, I was only a child. The numbers, the unsettling words, and the complex conversations I would hear and try to decode, I became a detective; a detective for the intellectual psyche unknown. As I tried to unravel such complex words, there it was; a quality that I developed and had not even noticed until I detected it myself. I was at birth an assimilative seeker.
I spent most of my time analyzing individuals older than myself because I seemed to admire their sense of grace and specific word choice. As I would, in the next room, play with my 1990s Victorian dolls, I always found myself gravitated towards the next room. I would intensely listen to their conversations. Somehow I would have always wished to be older and wished to be wiser so I could join in, but ostensibly I was not and could have not possibly intrude on something so intimidating. The only way I could fulfill my curiosity was to live vicariously through them. I took in every moment that I found myself enthralled. It was then that I had discovered my distinct lust for intellectual gain.
As a young girl, I was gifted many books and educational deceives that spark up enough attention for me to realize that these were powerful weapons. I felt a little reluctant sharing such weapons with others around me because I felt a connection between them. I knew with these items, I could eventually gain up enough knowledge to move on to the next room. I began to start my conventional self preparation routine as I turned pages from books I received and messed with devices that required me to use critical thinking. After a long period of time spent with such magical weapons, something about me changed. The intricate words, the vivid storylines, my newly developed intuitive self thought, it amazed me with such excitement that at this time, I forgot about the next room. I was excited that I was able to understand what I was reading and was able to decipher and solve problems on own. As this point on, I knew this was a new start to a new path of a new beginning.
I entered grade school, then to middle school, then to early high school, and found myself still carrying these traits. Although, I knew as I grew older and had developed a much broader understanding of things I was not able to comprehend before; I caught myself looking for much more. My assimilative and curious nature had lead me into a state of self improvement, once again, where I was wondering why I am not the best or why I am not doing so well as others. It has come to my attention that I would have to restart my self preparation routine that I was able to acquire before in a fashionable time. I reopened the books, turned on my gadgets and worked my magic.
Senior year in high school has arrived and I am still honing this routine. The difference between myself then and myself now is not much different other than I find myself sitting in that other room where I was too young and naïve to approach. I morphed into an intelligent young lady, able to proudly sit in this room and have conversations with others like myself. I no longer feel puzzled or intimidated to approach this room anymore. I actually feel entitled to sit here every so often with all the work and knowledge I have built up over the years. This room, as simple as it is, holds memories of my self evolution.</p>