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Senior Letter 2013-2014

Senior Letter 2013-2014

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May 18, 2014 Dear STU, As I ambled around in the most hideous green and yellow graduation gown, waiting for graduation to start gearing up, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The pit in my stomach formed. I finally
 what I had spent the last two weeks trying to force. “This is the last time I sit in this lunchroom.” “This is my last statistics class.” “This is the last time we have homeroom announcements.” And the same too with friends. “This is the end of an era – the last time I see my best friends every day, these friends who were the backbone of my life and allowed me to be me unabashedly.” My brain had been purposefully constructing this-is-the-last sentences constantly. And… nothing. I was trying to
 a sense of finality, sadness. But these thoughts stayed thoughts, and because of that, I wondered if I were really cold-hearted. How could I feel
? Apparently I was a cerebral, analytic machine that had no twinge of emotion, no flutters of the heart. That is—until graduation. As the traditions and pomp and circumstance began to commence, my heart started racing and my stomach clenched. I finally felt what I knew. It was the end of an era, and all that had been will be no more. It was in these moments of my finally-arrived heightened emotional state that I saw my junior and senior year English teacher, Mr. Parent. He looms large in my memory, because he was the first person I met who truly and fully embodied the life of the mind. The engine that drove this man was intellectual curiosity, and to bear witness to that sort of person  – and his unbridled passion – had a lasting impact on me. Mr. Parent walked up to me on my graduation day and handed me a letter he wrote thanking me for a book I gave him. I treasure that letter. I keep it ensconced between the pages of my yearbook—and as each teaching year draws to an end, I re-read the letter and get inspired to write a letter to my seniors. Because in that short letter he wrote things I treasure to this day. Now you should know: I don’t profess to, nor have delusions, to believe that I cast even a fraction of the shadow of Mr. Parent. However in his honor, every year I’ve taught, I have written a letter to seniors wishing them goodbye as they are about to walk onto the graduation stage, and from that stage, into the future. This isn’t a graduation-speech-in-letter-form, nor a listing of advice (“don’t forget the sunblock”) from someone who deeply wants you to be happy (though I deeply
 want you to be happy). It is just a bit of musing from a teacher who has seen before him the kids that he has known for at least a year (some for many more) and feels maudlin at the thought of Packer without those faces around. So let the musings begin. You are lucky. I suspect most of you don’t even know how lucky you are. You have had four years in Packer’s Upper School and have been exposed to so many opportunities. You can’t fully understand this, because you’ve only lived your life, and no one else’s. But your schooling is not typical schooling. Your classes are not typical classes. Your field trips are not typical field trips. You have real college counselors who can guide you. You have deans and advisers and teachers who don’t let you fall through the cracks. You are cared for. You are part of a
real community 
. Not all of you can see all this – because you’re living your day to day and you don’t have a larger-birds-eye perspective. But I can tell you that what you are (soon to be: were, sadly) a part of is truly special and something to celebrate and feel grateful for.
In your time at Packer, you have been simultaneously nurtured and pushed – to the point where sometimes there weren’t enough minutes in the day to do your extracurriculars and sports, write that essay, read that assignment, do those problems, outline that reading, study for that test. (If you never felt that, I wish I could say I am happy for you, but I fear that means is that you never pushed yourself to your own limits.) More than anything, I hope at some point when you were being pushed, you met failure and said “
Hello, failure, old buddy! It’s nice to see you again.
” This could be an academic failure -- heck, maybe even our class. And this could be non-academic too. You ran for an elected office and failed. You didn’t snag the championship. Your first crack at the ACT was a disaster. There is something so freeing once you
 that you are imperfect, that you can’t control everything, and that sometimes you mess up. Welcome to life. The real question is: what do you do then? I mean, if you never push yourself farther than you think you can go, if you set the bar so low that you are guaranteeing yourself continual success, then how are you going to ever see how capable you truly are? If you set the bar just a little bit higher than you think you can achieve, again and again, and you embrace and learn from failure, you are opening the way for you to move from being ordinary to being extraordinary. On a very serious note, I live my life in a perpetual cycle of failures. I don’t regularly feel successful at what I do. I view our classroom as my laboratory. And everyday I strive to do well by you – meet you where you’re at, take you to where we need to go. And everyday, I watch the experiment of my lesson plan unfold. I see the complex reactions taking place – by who is raising their hands, by what conversations are happening, by who is sitting there waiting for their neighbor to write something instead of immediately writing themselves, by how you did on the nightly work, by how well a concept was explained. And then the class ends, the fifty minute experiment is over, and I look at my laboratory as I collect the folders and recycle the papers you all leave behind. And I often – not sometimes, often – think “wow, that was a royal failure.” But that’s because I set my bar high. And you know what else? Each year, the number of times I say that decreases. Because I learn from watching you and listening to you. And then the following day (or sometimes the following year), I revise my experiment. I design the class and everything we do based on where I see you guys are at. Failure can be a wonderful thing to embrace, but only if you do something as a result of that failure. (Hopefully that explains why I allow second chances in calculus.) Although I don’t see myself as a failure as a teacher, I don’t see myself as being “there” yet (where “there” is the bar I set for myself). I only know that it is because of you, and our daily laboratory, that I can get there. So thank you for that. Mr. Parent stirred in my soul something that I had a hard time articulating. When reading one of the many books by or about my childhood hero and Nobel prize-winning physicist, I ran across a quotation which summed it all up for me, putting into words something I couldn’t say:
I was born not knowing and have had only a little time to change that here and there.
There is something
 about the world around you. Keep an eye out for the magic. It appears as questions… and there are so many questions! How can we – billions of years later – know about the earliest moments of the universe? Where does matter come from? How can the world be probabilistic (quantum) in nature when everything feels so causal? How do we
 about the smallest worlds we cannot even see? Why are there rainbows on the surface of an oil spill? How do rubber bands work – how do they come back to their original shape? How can we – on this planet – know how far things are, and that there are other galaxies
out there? How is it that the natural world somehow can be encoded through simple and elegant mathematical formulas? Does that imply that math is somehow encoded in the universe, and it is being discovered rather than invented? Does the fact that we keep on digging in mathematics and are still drawing connections among disparate sub-fields imply that there is some grand unifying structure undergirding everything mathematical and physical? Of course I’m interested in more than the scientific. How can we understand the unfolding of the world as we know it? Can history help us figure out why the world shapes up in the way it shapes up? Is there causality in history? What is it about a carefully constructed single sentence, or a single measure of music, that can pack an emotional wallop? What happens in our brains as we read a book and digest what it has to say – do
 change? And the curiosities: Why is the sky blue? What is it like growing up as a transgendered person? How does a miniscule computer chip hold all that information? How did the notion of the modern nation state develop? What was life like back in seventeenth century England? What is the most watched youtube video? Why do we have nine Supreme Court justices, instead of seven or five? How does wireless internet work? These are my questions that popped into my head as I muse. But you have your own: Politics. Music. Art. Sports. Dance. Business. Theater. Philosophy… Amidst all the clubs and classes and nightly homework assignments, I fear that that child-like curiosity about the world, the desire to
 things, has been beaten out of you. Or maybe that is just growing up. But if so, there is a simple recipe to get this curiosity back:
Notice something interesting, and wonder about it
Google the answer (you all have google-fu I presume)
Work at understanding the answer
The most amazing thing is that mankind has come up with
so many answers
so many questions
. I offered up the Feynman quotation to Mr. Parent, who wrote back in his letter: “Stephen Hawking speaks of the thermodynamic, psychological, and cosmological arrows of time that define existence as entropic movement from past to future in an expanding universe. And that seems to define the hero’s journey: the personally expanding possibilities revealed in a courageous life bounded by and aware of entropic time.” I personally read this as an intellectual quest: you – dear students – are in a world that is growing in knowledge and is constantly reshaping itself around you. And you – dear students – have only a lifetime to enjoy it. And I mean “only a lifetime” because the world is vast and time runs short. So be curious creatures, get passionate about something you’re curious about, and devour it like there is no tomorrow. Work hard at understanding. Extraordinarily hard. Work harder than those around you. And let wonderment be your guide. Always my best, with sincerest best wishes, Sameer Shah
 It’s the non-google-able questions which are often the most interesting and the hardest to answer, if an answer even exists!

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