Names
My first name is Oliver. It's a pretty cool name, nice and short. Part of the reason I was named Oliver was after Saint Oliver Plunkett of Ireland. This connects some to my Irish heritage, but I do not feel that there is too much significance to it because I am not religious and I do not feel very Irish. However, my family felt that this heritage was important enough to pass down to the next generation. My middle name James has more value to me, because it was the name of my great-grandfather. I do not remember him very well, but I do remember visiting him and my great-grandma a couple of times in their small home in New York City. When we came, my great-grandma would bake a cake for us with special edible flowers that she made on top, and my great-grandpa had a book to give me; not a story, but a non-fictional book that would teach me to be fascinated in the natural world. One book that he gave me, The Animal Kingdom, contained more animals than I could have ever imagined existing. Another told me about stars, pulsars, black holes, alien worlds, and the unimaginable scale of the universe. The topics that I learned about through the books my great-grandfather gave me are ones that I still enjoy to this day. My name is one way that I can remember him and how he enriched my life.
I am sort of named after him a little bit
Being an Individual & Part of a Whole
Being an individual is great. I get to think what I want to think, eat what I want to eat, make what I want to make, and do what I want to do. However, as a member of my family, a student in high school, and a part of society, I have certain responsibilities and expectations that I need to meet. Sometimes these pressures from society line up with my own desires. For example, I want to be able to learn about the world I live in, and society wants educated citizens to innovate and make smart decisions. Therefore, I attend class regularly and put in effort to my schoolwork. However, these expectations often conflict with what I might do on my own. Even though my robe is really quite comfortable, I can't walk around Millbrook's halls wearing it. It's inappropriate. It's distracting. And it's probably for the best. But I would probably wear it a lot if I could.
These societal pressures do not just affect me, of course. Everyone deals with them, although for some these pressures are not as simple to deal with as they are for me. I can wear just about anything besides my robe and not run into any trouble, but for girls in schools there are multiples pressures as to how they present themselves. With the dress code alone. girls have more rules and limits set on how much clothing must be covering their bodies, because obviously if student s could see too much of the shoulders or belly or legs of a girl, there would be unstoppable chaos. On top of this already maddening pressure, girls are also expected to make themselves look physically attractive. Straightening hair, putting on make-up, wearing shorts that are short enough to be stylish but long enough to satisfy prudish administrators, I cannot even imagine the frustration that such pressures from society must cause for half of the student body. Even imagining this situation now I am maddened and exhausted. I would think that after complying to such limiting pressures from outside groups, the small hint of individuality that I would have left would be comparable to the amount of juice left within a lemon after being squashed by a herd of one thousand elephants.
Although it can feel like all of the pressures from outside of the individual are less helpful than harmful, there are definitely plenty of cases where I feel that belonging to a group has enriched my life. The IB program alone, although limiting my free time substantially, has pressured me to create a video game, assemble a joke powerpoint for a teacher at Millbrook, and participate in a 5K to raise money for the Autism Society of North Carolina, all of which have either improved my life, the lives of others, or both. Although I am no longer a part of the MHS band program, being a part of it definitely improved my life. I got plenty of exercise, marching every day for months whether I wanted to or not. I was able to improve at playing the clarinet, even though we practiced far more often that I would have on my own. I even got to go to Carowinds with my best friends and had one of the most memorable days of my life, even though we never would have gone on that exciting of a trip if we weren't forced to. All of these aspects of the band program improved my life and made me a better person, although I know for a fact that without positive social pressure for me to do those things, I would not have done any of them nearly as often as I did. Even though I may have had different tastes in food, or political beliefs, or favorite comedians as an individual than other people in the band, that had nothing to do with coming together as a group in order to make music and have fun. My membership as part of the group gave me experiences and rewards that I as an individual could not have obtained on my own.
Sometimes it can be difficult to draw the line between who you are to yourself and who you are to others. You might not even fully be yourself with yourself. However, I think that making sure to at least try to be conscious of when you present yourself as someone you are not is important for knowing who you really are. Only by knowing that you are not your name can you show others who you really are.