The Lion's Pride vol. 4 (June 2015) | Page 17

involved with is part of an entire system I was willing to challenge, reform and revolutionize. By the time I was in 5th grade I was already dedicated to contemplating the dead. I used to stroll about the playground, meditating on my “grief” which struck when one of my family members died, hypothetically, in my head. My friends always tried to get me to play, but I thought I played enough as it were. With some convincing, they learned to let me be. It was also during this time that my taste in literature and art began to form. My favorite author was Neil Gaiman, and I was an avid reader of a series called ‘Edgar and Ellen’ – shamelessly titled after the great poet Edgar Allen Poe – and any book chosen from The Series of Unfortunate Events was the best one to read before bed. But having a bookshelf made of cobweb dreams and irony wasn’t enough for me. I didn’t know it then, but I was growing into a student of the macabre right before my own eyes. I moved on to an alternative interdisciplinary high school in Seattle called The Nova Project. It was most prominently known for the fact that the students were in charge of their own education. We were able to create independent contracts, teach classes, and choose our own criteria. It was there that I