Drop Out

imageI remember not wanting to go to school and so I would sometimes give my mom a hard time until she was running late for work and had to leave.

My Dad would ask me what I wanted to do and I told him we should just go to work, so we did.

He was working on a stone wall at blackpoint when I was about 9 years old and as I was watching him turn cement sand over with water, I wanted to do that. So I did. I loved loading and unloading rocks back and forth and he said I mixed the best cement.

I never had to study for school. I found that if you listened and actually thought about what the teacher was saying that it wasn’t hard to excel. What discouraged me was the glass ceiling I would always hit. I hated school. Flat out.

There came a point that I just didn’t care anymore. When I went to school, I excelled. When I failed, it was 90% based on my attendance.I attempted to drop out at 16,as my 7th grade science teacher had suggested I should- because high school would be a dramatic waste of my time and she was right. but my family wouldn’t let me so they sent me to Myron B Thompson. I still decided to drop out and got my GED that year. This is where my classmates said that I “fell off the face of the earth”.

I went to college for music, computers and business and the array of people at the college annoyed me so I dropped out once again and decided that I would rather go to Tonga and spend time with my Dad.

While I was in Tonga, I had the pleasure of sitting with my Dad and my God Father, George ‘Ilaiu, who I heard speak about genealogy and family history and the mental maneuverings and social structure of old Tonga’s upper class. Dad and I experimented with a small taro patch and studied it’s offspring and replanting. We both experimented together in turning a male papaya into a female. My dad told me all his mistakes and all his reasons for still being here and how much he loved people. He taught me about people, he trained me to fight and he taught me to play my guitar in every key and how to sing with my heart.

I was taught in a way that a lot of people don’t learn and I firmly believe that being hard-headed is the only way to be sometimes. On paper, my qualifications are diminutive.But I still have yet to feel challenged in the areas I’ve been trained.

What is there in the new form of civilization? And when did we allow our lives to be dwindled down to one-dimensional, paper-certified careers?

I can’t say that I agree with how things are. Humans are a slave to the system. It’s such a pity. I always thought, “This needs to change”.