The Point of an Education

Why is an education important? I was only eleven when I felt that this is an important question, but my age brought about the need for an answer to this question that would keep my mind focused on learning rather than thinking upon abstract ideas. I was told that an education is important as I will learn how to positively contribute to society, to the world that I live in. This thought was a courtesy of my mother, and I dwelled upon the question and its answer for ages.

Eventually, that question and its answer faded away into the part of my brain where everything becomes a blur. As I started high school, the question slowly began resurfacing, but the answer, it seemed, was lost in the depths of my mind. I asked myself, “What do I want to learn?” It was apparent to me, at the time, that an education required someone to teach and someone to learn, but what do I want to learn? I was fourteen years old, and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to learn about?

What do I want to learn?

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I decided to approach the next logical question. Why do I want to learn? Immediately, I began answering. I wanted to learn so that, one day, I will be able to make large sums of money in relatively small periods of time. I was so happy! I could use this answer to figure out what I wanted to learn; I knew that I wanted to learn more about business. At this thought, I stumbled upon a few hidden feelings within myself. I screamed on the inside! I wanted to learn more about business, but I also wanted to learn more about the sciences, mathematics, and history. This sudden want to study a variety of different subjects began to perplex me.

Among other subjects, I wanted to learn about business...

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... and astronomy

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What was the point of learning everything? I asked my father. He explained that the more I knew, the more I would be able to connect; at that sentence, he left me to interpret my own meaning. I, however, was clueless. More questions were forming, but the main question was, “What can I connect?” The answer struck me in my junior year of high school, in the middle of my AP Chemistry class. There was a formula for Kinetic Energy on the overhead projector, and my teacher showed how that formula was derived from the Physics formula for Kinetic Energy. “Wow!” Apparently, I said this out loud. Avoiding the confused gazes of everyone in the class, I sat back in my chair and thought. “Sciences… have multiplied bearings one on another… They complete, correct, [and] balance each other” (Anthology 165). At this, I thought that anything can be connected to something else.

The Dalai Lama

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And that I have found to be true. There is nothing in this world that is unconnected. The religion of one place affects the lifestyle of the people that live there, and the lifestyle of one person can be inspirational for another person. The Dalai Lama is a prime example of this. People travel thousands of miles to seek the advice of one man who has completely devoted himself to his religion. Giant corporations have started huge philanthropy programs based upon the words of the Dalai Lama. It’s apparent to me that knowledge that you learn impacts knowledge that you’ve already learned. I call this true learning, and it is absolutely vital for making connections. What my dad said was true; the more I know, the more I can connect! “All branches of knowledge are connected together” (Anthology, 165).

An example of Corporate Philanthropy

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Again, I was inspired by a great thought. This connectivity with everything around me forced me to realize that I will be able to better understand the world around me, the real world that I live in, when I truly learn new information. This makes learning a very vital experience. I wanted to learn about business and to better understand the real world, the world that I live in, so I started working with my dad at his business to start my learning experience with some actual experience (Anthology, 184). Because of my personal experiences there, I have learned, first-hand, the skills that are required to successfully manage a business entity in its day to day activities. I can take all of this knowledge to any business and help it be more successful in the real world today because I can connect my knowledge with the day to day activities of any business.

I engender a new thought as I connect my knowledge with the world, and once more, I am inspired! There is an infinite amount of knowledge present in the world today, and it is humanly impossible for one person to know everything. This signifies that the process of learning can last an entire lifetime. Keeping in mind that the process of learning is very art of education, I realized that “the journey of education is lifelong” (Anthology, 171). I will forever, till the end of my days, continue to learn, continue to educate myself. And as I learn more, I will undoubtedly help others around me learn more as well. I say undoubtedly because I am at facility of higher education. I will learn from others, as well, as I’m sure they will learn from me (Anthology, 169).

By doing this, I will contribute to the educational environment present at a University. I will learn through interaction with my professors and fellow students. I will contribute to the world around me, to the world that I live in. Right then, I remembered the answer to the question I asked my mother when I was just eleven. The value of education was apparent to me through my own personal experiences, and I realized the wisdom in my mother’s words. The point of education, the reason education is valued and the reason I’m attending the University of Texas at Austin, is to help an individual, to help shape their life in such a fashion, that they will help benefit their community, help shape the world they are a part of.

An example of you can literally shape your world!

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Who Am I?

I heard them! Just standing in front of the mirror, I heard them, the others! They were yelling, and by their voices, I swear I could recognize them. I gasped at the possibility. Physically, I knew that what I was thinking the impossible, but still, I had faith in my theory. I believed in my theory because when I looked into the mirror, I felt as if I was looking at the reflection of a masked man. I was somewhere beneath the skin; I could feel my presence, but my presence wasn’t as strong as that of the others! I didn’t want anything to do with them and was clueless as to what they wanted, but they kept on yelling. I just couldn’t stand it anymore! I looked into the mirror again. Only this time, I wanted, to find somebody in that reflection, to find at least one of these others just so I could tell him to shut up! I looked into the mirror and couldn’t find one of these other people. I realized how crazy I must’ve been to think that I wasn’t me! I chuckled and stared into the eyes of my reflection. Then, I began experiencing that masked-man sensation again. The feeling was so irritating, and then, the yelling started again in a crescendo. I must’ve been crazy! I looked myself in the eye and yelled, “WHO ARE YOU?”


Who Am I? [1]



With that, all the yelling stopped, and I knew I must’ve been crazy. If I was right about seeing, not myself, but a masked man in my reflection, then, I must’ve been absolutely insane to ask a masked man who he is. The question itself was a paradox; I could see it as clear as day. Nevertheless, I did yell at this masked man. How could I do such a thing? The obvious answer is that I was crazy, but now, that I was thinking clearly, I began postulating. What if I didn’t yell at my reflection? What if that masked man yelled at me? It’s possible that if I thought that my reflection wasn’t me then maybe my reflection felt the same way about me. This was a mightily intriguing thought, and I had to ask myself, “Do I really know who I am?”

Who Are You? [2]


The only answer to that question was no. I looked into the mirror, into the eyes of this mysterious and masked man. He looked just like me, but I wasn’t him. I was thinking, again. Indeed, I wasn’t him, but he could still be me, and he can only be a part of me because I there was a definite distinction between us. He was in the mirror, and I wasn’t. I realized that this man doesn’t have to be the only part of me; there could be so many more parts of me because they would all look just like me in the mirror. I was their mask! These parts of me, these other people could just use me as a disguise at any time. I don’t know who I am because I don’t which part of me is asking the question. I could be: a businessman, a scientist, a doctor, a fireman, a lawyer, a teacher… etc. I would certainly like to be all of these, but what I really want is to be Sharad Sharma, and I want Sharad to be whoever he wants to be!

This was so very true and so very horrifying. I was talking to myself as if I wasn’t Sharad Sharma because I want to be Sharad Sharma. I had to stop and think, again. What if I was this other masked-man and the real me, Sharad was wondering, “Who is he?” This was very scary indeed. I wondered, now, if I will ever figure out who I am. I needed a switch, so I could turn on the light bulb, and the answers to all of my questions would be apparent to me.

Then, all of a sudden, there was a switch, and I flicked it on! I was waiting for the answers to become clear to me. I felt in control; I felt like I was in the driver’s seat, and then, all of a sudden, I felt like I couldn’t drive. I felt as if I didn’t even know what a car was. I don’t what was happening to me? But of this information became extremely difficult to process. I imagined that I was getting “caught in the models of [my] separate self” [3]. Finally, I decided to flick the switch back off. I was so tired that I couldn’t even think, but right then, I felt as if someone flicked that switch again. However, I don’t think that I felt anything else. In fact, I know I didn’t. In this state of knowing, I realized who the others were. They were a part of me, but how to figure out which one of these others is the bigger part of who I am? No matter how much I looked in the mirror, I looked the same. Then, I knew. I must declare myself as an animal? Then the others would be animals, and maybe, they’ll be easy to tell apart from one another.

At that moment, I felt as if I was “taking steps toward self-aware leadership” [4]. I was leading, trying to unify myself and find out who I am. I was aware of my other selves and decided to begin the process of picking an animal for each of the other people. At least I tried to pick an animal for the others, but I could only pick for me. Maybe this wasn’t the right approach. Instead of me picking the animals, I needed to let the animal pick me. I don’t know how I concluded this, but I believed the perspective. It was as if this, “perspective… [was] beyond the horizon of [my] understanding” (Dass and Gorman 1987, 273).

Connecting with myself [5]


This was a positive sign. I was becoming self aware, and I felt as if the others were helping me understand myself. With this auspicious sign in mind, I began my spirit walk so that the animals may find me, or should I say the others. I noticed many animals at first, but I only had four animals that walked with me during my spirit walk. I concluded that I had four major separate selves, and the animals were a seal, a tiger, a fox and a horse. These animals were inspirational to me, so I could see why they were my power animals. These animals have all of the qualities that I desire, but now, another dilemma. How to know which animal is a bigger part of me? At this thought, another conclusion found me through mystical origins; I think somebody must’ve left the switch on, but really, if all these animals were me, perhaps I ought to take a look at my reflection so that I could see if the others would change their mask while I was in my spirit walk. The others, it turns out, were willing to show me how much these animals represented them, or should I say that I was willing to show myself.

A sudden energy took a hold of me! I became filled with anxiousness at this thought.

This anxious energy took a hold of my animals too. My horse became calmer, and my fox began chasing its tail and my tiger seemed like it was focused on something far off in the distance, and the seal swam away. What could this mean? Was it not a part of me? Maybe it was trying to tell me something. Maybe all of the animals were trying to tell me something!

A Seal Swimming Away [6]


As I became more aware of myself, I realize why my seal decided to leave me. The seal was a part of me that liked investigating. It liked to ask questions like what, how, when, where or why? As I became more knowledgeable about myself, his investigation proved more and more successful, until the investigation was over. That’s why the seal left because there was nothing left to investigate. This enhanced my understanding of my other self, and I grew curious to the significance of the reactions of the other animals. What, I wonder, do the other reactions of the other animals mean?

A Tiger on the Prowl [7]


An animal whose reaction was too simple and seemingly insignificant was the Tiger. I can see that like a tiger I am very passionate, so why is it focused upon something far off in the distance with such concentration? Before I could realize the answer, I had to first understand the nature of a tiger. At any moment, a tiger can about to burst into a “new adventure” [8]. In order to do this, a tiger, I believe, is focused upon its future; when it spots an opportunity, it exuberantly embarks upon a new adventure. So at any moment, I can embark upon a new journey as I am constantly and passionately looking ahead to my future, hunting for a new opportunity.

The simple and insignificant reaction of the tiger seemed to be extremely insightful. What, then, is signified by the ever intriguing reaction of the fox? I thought about its reaction, and I realized how silly it was. A fox chasing its own tail; it might as well be picking fruit or something absurd of that nature! But, “the reaction has to mean something,” I said to myself. I know that a fox is renowned for its guile and craft, and I, also, know that I find crafty methods to solve my problems. So, I can see why a part of me is a fox, but why would I chase my own tail? The answer so obvious I don’t think I would’ve realized it if the fox hadn’t been ridiculously chasing its own tail. I had become obsessed trying to find out who I am. I was running in circles, questioning everything and getting absolutely nowhere. At that, I saw the fox’s craft. It was telling me that I must find a way to break the cycle if I wish to move on and to be happy, so I must also find meaning and value in the destination that I where I want to go because if I’m not going to be engaged at someplace new, then I can’t be happy there. And if I can’t be happy there, then I might as well just run in circles after my own tail as there is at least a sense of thrill and fun in such a silly endeavor. The fox’s guile was indeed marvelous. I wanted to know who I am, so I kept chasing after myself, when, the fact of the matter is, I’ve been right in front of the mirror the entire time. In chasing its own tail, the fox makes me realize that I must always look out for my well being.

A Fox Staring at its Tail [9]


Another animal that was looking out for me was the horse. As all the animals were doing rather strange things, the horse grew calm as if it sensed my anxiousness. The horse is the part of me that is helpful and benevolent. It makes sense that horse grew calmer as I grew more and more anxious because horses help in, “overcoming [one’s] obstacles” [10]. I would’ve been too anxious to realize the significance of the reactions of each of the animals; the horse was helping me get out of my own way, so it calmed down. Because of its nature, the horse is my greatest companion. It will be with me on every journey, and the horse will empower me to begin new chapters in my life as it has already helped me to discover myself. Whatever I do, the horse will be there with me, and it’ll help guide me through my endeavors as my greatest companion.

A Horse - My Companion [11]


Staring into the mirror, I could see myself, but then I closed my eyes and saw the fox. I thought, “How interesting that I see the fox first? Which animal would I see next?” I opened and closed my eyes, and this time, I saw the tiger; after the tiger, I saw the seal, and then, I saw the horse, and what I saw last is what intrigued me the most. After seeing the horse, I opened and closed my eyes again, and I saw a combination of all the animals. This creature had the body of a seal, the tail of a fox and the face of a horse, and the skin of this animal looked like the striped skin of a tiger. I opened my eyes and said, “What an interesting image? YOU,” I pointed to my reflection, “are made up of a fox, a horse, a seal and a tiger. I know who you are!” The only question that remained was, “Who am I?”

I am certainly not made up of animals, but rather, I am all of the aforementioned animals. I can choose to let any of them disguise themselves as Sharad Sharma. I am merely a vessel for my inner selves that I mistakenly recognized as the others. I am their “witness” (Dass and Gorman 1987, 273). I see all of my other selves and decide on which one needs improvement and which one is doing the best as Sharad Sharma. I decide who wears my mask because I am the mask. With that thought, my other selves began cheering as if I had just crossed a milestone; I am now aware of the person who looks back at me through my reflection; I am him, and he is me. I am one with the fox, the seal, the horse and the tiger! Together, these animals are the presence of my individualities within me. I am now one with myself; no longer in parts, I am whole. No need to think, I now know who I am. I am Sharad Sharma.


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END-NOTES

[1] Looking at this picture, I ask, "Who Are You?" Image courtesy of: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkOfA-zJ4GIfCYJCwViVSymOLXJExTqq9sXodqQosVDfbFm6NcOQwiYOBCoLpMY-KJjqNESgQzwaK4cHh5DEVi44iFjuZFTzwKqP7w83Exeb3s3Wfch1QaEnZSHZtt8xaqxpvTKhI8w/s1600-h/whoami.jpg (accessed September 21, 2009).

[2] This video clip is taken from the movie V for Vendetta. In this clip, the protagonist, V, is explaining to a young woman the paradox of asking the identity of a masked man. Video taken from the DVD.

[3] Ram Dass and Paul Gorman, How Can I Help? (New York, 1987), 267.

[4] Robert J. Lee, ed., Discovering the leader in you a guide to realizing your personal leadership potential. (San Francisco, California, 2001), 264.

[5] Connecting with myself. Image courtesy of: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpxSf-8ulSm7YHAYGc9QgKCVUyrmCNWFf5Qpd-lvpnxJEL-8_ox4a2VkrJRW5BW3OQ011PkWxNZjULpDTZTaeYD9vsSHu5eD-1Vr1Eh5TY8dqJtkiAGTbjo81guwxPX-IPFFlGbW7vg/s1600-h/self+aware.jpeg (accessed September 21, 2009).

[6] A Seal Swimming Away. Image courtesy of: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiX7VQY4vGepwu0wGVlbNVOClfdKjWiUBFjOQL5lc_MzsNh1FgVXL697S8KTsuZZnMJ-f0lkO98rl9Smp7YjjCch7KiAAHUi4KNbdJkKV5gJr5GtqYRB9QHmSY7xWqVcmE9jHabjuWQ/s1600-h/seal.jpeg (accessed September 21, 2009).

[7] A Tiger on the Prowl. Image courtesy of: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuG_qM6OQS88WiKeYnKrGoMWhuvJr5zHnKkdUoqDjAqv4rgqFP20hUeiX8Vjtzo3wsMseEUcjNWtfMFYSc05cvTaQlMa623idH1Wib6efMQcx8Odk0bMC5YKQlIq-7GkSBC0z9aAESog/s1600-h/tiger.jpeg (accessed September 21, 2009).

[8] http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pages/tiger.htm (accessed September 21, 2009).

[9] A Fox Staring at its Tail. Image courtesy of: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkemLbHe85S3WfcGJ8BJyw3Kn75CiW41CxmWnsFFjh-xX0sdMO1VzSyKfTePoYi2m19xB5TfeKffO2OOlA-4cYbTMZzu9tkD-AGMveFLxiRyMTSi1MOU-8AcCx_znaQxWMPymbqAA1Kg/s1600-h/fox.jpeg (accessed September 21, 2009).

[10] http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pages/horse.htm (accessed September 21, 2009).

[11] A Horse - My Companion. Image courtesy of: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsY6F2CCB8p-W2LwzsY1nXwKOdd7wFYYY688TR2W7n3dCoVZqhM_Eizrf2BrwDXatV4_qe11vaZ0I8k4DnlzO5jxqOeEM1qvRjgIZgAOTPsyAXFE5Ig2JgaUKA_7thb2PxnjcbTMJlIg/s1600-h/horse.jpeg (accessed September 21, 2009).


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Who Could It Be Now?

When I was seven, I had an intriguing dream. I was running around my house, and all of a sudden, the door bell rang! A volt of electricity ran through me. I went to the door, and as my mother taught me, I asked, “Who’s there?” The strange, but seemingly familiar, voice replied, “I am Sharad Sharma.” Chills ran through my spine as I woke up in the middle of the night!

Got Money?

Ever since then, I have always pondered upon the future, “What kind of person will I become? What will be my occupation? How rich will I be?” I was always concerned with the material aspect of life as a child. I always knew that I could follow my passions to become great in whatever field I chose, but I never realized this fact.


Similarly, I am curious to see if the results of my personality test will shed some light about who I am. And just like Pandora, I acted upon my curiosities, and the result, although not as extreme as Pandora’s, was not pleasing.

I took several personality tests, and it was apparent to me that the results were not accurate since my responses to the questions were extremely dependent on my state of being at the time that I took the test. Before you judge this last sentence, consider the following. After viewing the movie, The Great Debaters, my career test showed that I will be most successful if I pursue a career in the field of law; most likely career, an attorney! This is completely inaccurate as I am convinced that I will never become an attorney, and I have been telling myself this since a federal judge talked to my entire eighth grade class about careers in law in 2004! Also, the results to my personality tests varied based on the character of the film that I was associating myself with at the time that I took the test; I have been deemed to be: an INTJ, an ENTJ, an ENTP, and, most recently, an ESFP. After seeing these results, I asked what anyone would ask, “Why did I take so many tests?”
Which one is me?

However, another question came to mind, “How can I be all of those personalities?”

I am convinced that the test produces inaccurate results because my perception of myself changed as I associated myself with a different character from the movie, but I became curious as to which type of personality my mother will think to most accurately represent me. After all, she is the person who has been there with me since the beginning of my life! Upon hearing the question, she gave me a quick response. She claims that my personality represents my individuality, and this past Saturday, her quote of the day was, “You had your phases the same as all teenagers… everyone changes.” These words rang in my ears like a siren.
Steam, liquid, snow, ice... water is water!

My thoughts were literally bouncing off the walls, and that’s when I realized the connection of this sentence to writing styles. I am, according to the most recent test, an ESFP with sensing and feeling holding the most weight in my score. According to the Approaches to Writing, sensing writers, “may fail to see the unique demands of each assignment and adjust to those demands” (Course Anthology, 150). This suggests that each writing assignment is unique. When Gandhi spoke of a bright future, he was often, if not always, referring to the freedom of India from British rule, and when leading energy companies, such as Exxon Mobil and Chevron, speak of a bright future, they are referring to the freedom of the world from its oil dependency.

Logo of Exxon Corporation

The goal of these writings was to effectively communicate their idea, but the demands of each were different. Gandhi aimed to ignite a spark within Indians to end British rule in India. In comparison, companies like Exxon aim to diversify the world’s energy sources, especially those of its biggest customer, the U.S.A., so that the corporation may continue to be commercially successful in the immediate and long-term future.
A picture of Gandhi


This connection to my reading ignited another connection. I used skills that I have “already learned” (Course Anthology, 138), and I almost always give a “human example” (Course Anthology, 139). These quotes represent the categories of sensing and feeling, respectively, in the Teaching/Learning Styles section. As I stated earlier, sensing and feeling held the most significant weight in my ESFP result. Is this a coincidence? Perhaps it is, but in the words of Detective Finch from V for Vendetta, “There are no coincidences” (Larry and Andy Wachowski).
All the dominoes fall into place

Seeing this similarity, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning! After I logically negated the validity of the test results, I ended up demonstrating the values of sensing and feeling learning styles. This caused me to realize that nothing in life is unconnected.

I think, in this situation, my skepticism clouded my perception of these tests, and this in turn suggests that I am judging. Even though I inhibit certain traits from all personalities, I believe that the validity of the tests is no longer in question. Being that I’m a man of reason, I must’ve had a scientific reason or, as the test suggests, a “human example” to learn from (Course Anthology, 139). I flipped through the required reading and found my ‘human example.’ This individual became Exhibit A.

Who might this be?

Exhibit A’s personality type is an ISFJ. Oh! What a ‘coincidence!’ Professor Bump is an ISFJ! The first time I ever saw Professor Bump was the first day of class when half of the class was early. Professor Bump was casually walking down the hallway, but my perception of this casual stroll was completely different. He had not spoken a single word, and his eyes were definitely fixed upon something in the air in front of him. I was a little nervous; what would be Professor Bump’s first words. He took a look into the classroom and was surprised to see that the classroom was still being occupied. I immediately thought that my English professor was going to be extremely strict. There will be no leniency, no excuses.
It's a book!

After all, I was in college now; I can’t rely on anybody for anything. Saumaya Tayi agrees that ISTJ’s are “notoriously stubborn,” and their motto is, “If you want it done right, do it yourself” (Course Anthology, 141). I have not known Professor Bump for long, but I know that he believes in that motto. This is one of the few mottos that can appropriately be used as a classroom motto because “if one wants to learn what in a classroom environment, one must actively choose to want to learn every single day and, then, act upon those wants.” This learning attitude will always enhance the atmosphere of the classroom, and, scientifically, diamonds are made only when Carbon molecules are placed in the right atmosphere under a certain pressure range. I imagine there will be more to elaborate about the professor as our interactions increase, but currently, I don’t know him well enough to judge his stubbornness so I’ll just leave that as a mere ‘coincidence’ (no pun intended).

While we’re on the subject of coincidences, a quote comes to mind; “hammer your thoughts into unity” (Frank Tuohy, Yeats, 1976, p.51). In my view, the quote represents the struggle it will take to find out who you are. As the wording suggests, the thoughts will not come together by themselves; they must be hammered into unity.

There are many aspects to my personality as I did go through my “phases same as every teenager” (Savita Sharma). There is an aspect of me in every single one of my phases; to unify all of these aspects of my individuality into one “phase” is a process not an action. That’s why thoughts must be hammered into unity; the process of hammering a nail is similar to the process of finding the answer to the question that everybody asks themselves at one point in time, who am I?

Knock Knock

Now, as the results of the personality tests suggest, I definitely don’t know who I am, but I know that I am an ESFP among other personality types. Maybe I’m developing qualities of many different personalities, or maybe I’m lost within myself. I like to think that maybe the door bell will ring again, but I pause to think, “Who could it be now?”

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