Since we are able to worry about more things, life has become more complicated. More problems are presented to us, most of which we can do little about, and it seems that most of our time is spent rushing from one activity to another with never a moment to spare.
A 17-year-old boy in 1864 Iowa probably spent his daylight hours working on his father's farm, unless he had already struck out on his own. From early dawn to late dusk he labored in the fields, except for a little time off to eat. His only recreation came after dark or on Sundays, and this consisted largely of conversation with his family and others nearby. If he were a bright young man, he might still be going to school; but this was done in the winter, when there were snow and wind and cold and when he was not needed for farm work. His life was simpleand it was dull; it was busyand it was tiring.
In 1964 that same boy would be in high school, preparing himself for a career. His life would be busy and tiring, but certainly not dull. The many activities would give him a sense of having accomplished something other than merely growing corn. He would find the life interesting, and he would find many chances to use his abilities. His day would be no more crowded than in 1864; he would still have sixteen hours to wake and eight to sleep, but with more different things to be done in those sixteen hours. And he would probably enjoy his varied and complex life more than the boring monotony of farming.
when I try to squeeze out of my sixteen hours time enough
I wonder whether it would not be better to do one thing and to do it well.
High school is a whirling hurricane of activity. Students enter it on the outside edges, but they are soon caught up in the racing winds of work and recreation which for four years spin them faster and faster until suddenly they are hurled out into the calm eye of the storm upon graduation. And sometimes this whirling makes them dizzy.
I do not complain about the hurricane, for I know there are many other people who lead much more hectic lives. Yet, at times, I sigh.
five-minute speech every week for speech class!
wide variety of books!
the senior play!