The me that created and named this blog three years ago was a vastly different me than the one that stands before the world today. My love of the written words and music have deepened. My perception of society has become more radical and opinionated. My relationships with others have been challenged and forged with greater certitude.
Yet, if there is one thing that I didn’t try nor want to change, it was my loyalty to the value of my blog’s title: The Humble Watermelon. I think in Grade 8 and Grade 9, I did a pretty good job of staying humble, all egotistic irony aside. Though I can only speak through my first-person perspective, I believe I succeeded in not boasting about my marks, managing my participation reasonably, and not get to nosey in other people’s academic progress. And so, humbleness, according to the old me, was to not rub a good mark in other people’s faces, and not over-exposing yourself in class when knowledge or answers could be shared.
This school year was the game changer. I went from an arguably secluded French high school with barely 200 students, to being enrolled in the IB Program in a 1300+ students high school in the middle of a bustling corner of Winnipeg. Suddenly, I was surrounded by many extremely intelligent, driven, and cultured classmates. I am in no way saying that my classmates from my old French high school weren’t, but they belonged on a more subtle, almost naive level of those characters. Several of my new classmates were incredibly talented, both academically and in their own fields of passion, and suddenly, my expectations for myself had to be strongly questioned.
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