“However did I get into this situation?” I asked myself again and again, as I sorted through papers, flipping through text books, and handouts. I looked up at the clock fearing it was already too late to go to bed and finish the paper in the morning. Two o’clock in the morning seems to be a frequent time I’ve visited in the past 3 weeks. Winter break will be a great relief I thought to myself as I finished the last paragraph.
The start of fall quarter was new, different, and not high school. The biggest difference is all the time I have away from classes and not having to go to the same class day, after day, seeing the same people. I’m not a loner, but in high school I think we all can arrive to the same conclusion that it just seems to drag on for weeks at a time.
In high school I can still remember a research paper on “Oliver Cromwell” I had for my High School composition class. For a whole nine weeks I was sitting at a desk writing my paper and citing books. One day in class I looked at my other classmates as an orchestra in play. The conductor led its composers in the correct thesis processes, outlines, revisions, and citing books. The class room was entirely quiet on most days with the only sounds of scribbling of pens and pencils on small note cards. Students were flipping through two or three books to make sure all the facts lined up correctly and not wanting to repeat themselves in their papers. We all worked to the last moment touching up our papers before the big day. I received an A and thought to myself “How hard can college be?” I was in for a rude awakening.
The papers were handed back and I received my first grade of the year for my political science course. On my paper sprawled across in bright red ink was a C- . Well, I thought as I looked over the mistakes in red splotched around on my paper like a Picasso painting. I needed to think more thoroughly what classes I was going to take before I decided to shell out the money. I still blamed myself for not devoting more time to my studies.
I sat down in my English class to discover our first paper was to explain my connection to an article of popular culture. The pop culture connection had to have a symbolic connection to us in one way or another. I studied many people and objects in our pop culture today, before I had my pick. The problem for me at first was just what is similar to me. I had only a few days left to make my choice, and as I was sitting at home watching the “Colbert Report” I realized who the choice was. Stephan Colbert was the obvious choice because of his satire he uses when dealing with current issues and politicians. How else would Stephan confront it?
The first step I took in finding just what makes up Stephan Colbert was to study the makeup of the show. The “Colbert Report” is one complex show I thought as I wrote down the structure and organization of the show. The character is very optimistic about his views even when he has zero facts to back them up. I was watching a rerun of the show one night and to my surprise it was the pilot episode. The episode contained the famous “Truthiness” segment. He explained what he perceives to be the difference between "those who think with their head and those who feel with their heart." When I heard that, I knew this show is going to be on the air for a very long time. I was even more astounded when he announced on his show that the American Dialect Society chose “truthiness” as the word of the year for 2005.
The real Stephan Colbert is a well educated man who grew up knowing he was going to be in show business. I knew to include this in my writing because even though he grew up in the south he decided to restrain himself from speaking that dialect because he knew the negative stereo types placed on southerners.
I still felt I lacked the true connection between us. I pushed hard on the issues like how his show is directed toward young men ages eighteen to twenty-five. That he seems to almost be the opposite in reality. He is a democrat at heart. There was a lot of facts and information to sift through before I was able to finish the paper. After the paper was graded I was happy to see an improvement over my last paper. I received a C+ and was very happy it was over with. “Next time I need to get a B.” I thought as I left the room for my next class.