Confessions of a high school Buddhist: Not ready for enlightenment

Taylor du Pont
Multimedia Editor

Over the past few years, I have struggled to accept a religion into my life. I was brought up in a Congregational family, but as the years of my childhood flew by, I began to question my Christian faith. After my best friend was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor when I was in seventh grade, my skeptical religious views turned into agnosticism. When I was a sophomore in high school, she died, and I became a pessimist, turning to atheism.

When I told my friends that I was going to convert to Buddhism, most of them thought that I had jumped off the deep end. I was tired of living my life like a zombie: emotionless and hopeless. I needed something to hold onto. I needed to make a difference in the world around me and be a part of something that was bigger than myself. In the beginning of June last year, without any warning, I started taking my first steps towards becoming a self converted Buddhist.

Have cliques clicked into place for good?

Taylor du Pont
Multimedia Editor

When I look around the lounge during the lunch periods, the four grades are plainly divided. The seniors and juniors sit close to the buses, the sophomores sit smack in the center, and the freshman sit next to the courtyard. This deep division within our student body has become a tradition; incoming freshman always take their place, and gain better seating as they climb the NCHS hierarchy.