It was a strange scene that met my eyes, those metal doors ahead of me, and I looked around with anxious curiosity. Just moments before, I was on a crowded train to Manhattan. The train ride there was quite eventful. There was an elderly person talking to someone who I presumed to be his grandson. There was a man who was texting on the phone. Even so, amid all the people, there are students like me who were taking the train for their first day of high school. When I was reading Plato’s The Allegory of the Cave for the first time in my European Literature class, I was immediately intrigued by how similar the lives of the people in the cave was to mine own and those of many others that I know of. In the allegory, a group of people were bound …show more content…
Even though I received a score of 3 and 4 out of a 4-Point Proficiency Scale during the first time I took the NYS state exam, which was a score quite common between my peers, I ended up surpassing my classmates by going to Stuyvesant High School, one of the best schools in the city, let alone the state. It was here when I finally have the chance to pursue the knowledge that I can apply to prospective jobs related to biochemistry and such. Though my journey is not without hardships. I, like the prisoner, feel disoriented when being faced with a new environment. In fact, unused to the competitive environment that Stuyvesant offers to me, though it was a pleasant change from what I was once used to, I was immediately stressed out during my first few days at Stuyvesant. But I soon manage to get use to the lifestyle Stuyvesant has to offer to me. People often time asked if Stuyvesant is worth it, not thinking more of the bigger picture. Like the other prisoners in the cave, the people I know of only rarely think of doing something that they are not used to do, especially something that would prepare them for the real world. And thus, as a stranger to my former self, I can only wish to walk toward the light that I know of, and to feast upon the Sun “in its proper