Saturday, July 5, 2014

Ian's Brag Sheet

When Ian was in high school his dad and I had to write a brag sheet. This one was written in October 2011, two months before he turned 18. Here is what we wrote based on the prompts. I cannot bring myself to read it again today, but thought I would share it anyway....

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Over the past few years Ian’s greatest accomplishment has been to continually strive to improve himself. He left a private junior high environment that was more concerned about clothing than education and voluntarily chose Anderson High School to be more mentally challenged, and he was! He dove in and worked hard all that first year to conquer a level of education that was significantly more difficult and each year since he has improved. He also attempted various sports that first year in order to improve physically and after several concussions began to focus on overall health and a non-contact sports regimen to keep in top physical form. As a consequence, all of us in his family have learned about better nutrition and exercise. Among his greatest accomplishments is his dedication to learning music. In the past four years Ian has taught himself how to play the guitar, the bass and the upright bass. And, one last accomplishment, time management. Ian has managed AP/IB classes, sports, music (including participation in several bands) to also work part-time for the past two years. The dude is accomplished at everything he sets his mind to.
Ian’s greatest challenge in meeting obligations to high school has been to overcome undiagnosed narcolepsy for ten years. Like most people, my family and I thought narcoleptics slept all the time, we could not have been more wrong. Narcolepsy is the inability of the brain to distinguish between sleep and awake, so while a narcoleptic is asleep the brain will try to wake them and while they are awake can cause them to fall asleep. After having Ian tested we learned that he has approximately 30 interruptions (like an alarm clock going off every few minutes) during a typical eight hour sleep cycle. For approximately 10 years Ian has been sleep deprived. We knew that he never slept “well,” was always exhausted and suffered headaches as a result. Just this past summer Ian obtained a diagnosis and began treatment. For the first time in August of this year did he begin to feel rested. So, what did this mean for meeting high school obligations? It meant that despite excessive daytime sleepiness, restless nights, and migraines, Ian simply worked harder, with more determination, while maintaining an amazing attitude. Even today he refuses to acknowledge that narcolepsy may have held him back educationally, that there was likely more he could have done. Seriously, one headache or one night of bad sleep and you can excuse me for the rest of the day!
I steal liberally from Fyodor Dostoyevsky and his book, The Brothers Karamazov, through short excerpts to describe the heart and soul of Ian Pogue via a description of Alyosha:
Here is perhaps the one man in the world whom you might leave alone without a penny, in the center of an unknown town of a million inhabitants, and he would not come to harm, he would not die of cold and hunger, for he would be fed and sheltered at once; and if he were not, he would find a shelter for himself, and it would cost him no effort or humiliation. And to shelter him would be no burden, but, on the contrary, would probably be looked on as a pleasure. (Kindle Locations 369-372)
Every one, indeed, loved this young man wherever he went, and it was so from his earliest childhood. When he entered the household of his ...[friends]..., he gained the hearts of all the family, so that they looked on him quite as their own child. Yet he entered the house at such a tender age that he could not have acted from design nor artfulness in winning affection. So that the gift of making himself loved directly and unconsciously was inherent in him, in his very nature, so to speak. It was the same at school, .... he was a general favorite all the while he was at school. He was rarely playful or merry, but any one could see at the first glance that this was not from any sullenness. On the contrary he was bright and good-tempered. He never tried to show off among his schoolfellows. Perhaps because of this, he was never afraid of any one, yet the boys immediately understood that he was not proud of his fearlessness and seemed to be unaware that he was bold and courageous. He never resented an insult. It would happen that an hour after the offense he would address the offender or answer some question with as trustful and candid an expression as though nothing had happened between them. And it was not that he seemed to have forgotten or intentionally forgiven the affront, but simply that he did not regard it as an affront, and this completely conquered and captivated the boys. ... He was always one of the best in the class but was never first. (Excerpts from Kindle Locations 335-356)
Ian’s contributions to activities in the past few years has been extensive. See his resume! He is devoted to school (AP and IB classes). He is devoted to music as mentioned previously - oh, and he is exceptional at the bass, truly. He has devoted himself to health and sports - ask anyone on his Ultimate Frisbee team or ask him to bench press 300 pounds (he only weighs 150). He never misses a shift at work. He is devoted to his church through missions and plays bass for the kids program every week. And he is devoted to all of his relationships - see excerpts above from The Brothers Karamazov.
A Haiku for My Son from His Mom
Ian rocks screaming
Heart flows with deep empathy
Full of fun, joy, love

A Song that Comes to Mind Chosen by Dad
Better Man
Pearl Jam รก la Ian Pogue

Waitin’, watchin’ the clock, its twelve o’clock, it’s got to stop
Tell him, take no more, he wakes the neighbors’ sleep
As we open the door, notes ring over...
We hear him sing, scream, play the bass over
We know and declare our deep love for him, can’t find a better man...
We see his present, we dream his next, can’t find a better man...
Can’t find a better man
Ohh...

Talkin’ to ourselves, there’s no one who feels love so…
He feels our feelings, oh…
Memories back when he was small and young
And waiting for the world to come along...
Now he is becoming, seeks fresh answers
We know and declare our deep love for him, can’t find a better man...
We see his present, we dream his next, can’t find a better man...
We know and declare our deep love for him, can’t find a better man...
We see his present, we dream his next, can’t find a better man...
Can’t find a better man
Yeah...

We love him, yeah...We can’t wait to see his way
He’s becomin’, yeah...that’s why we’ll keep on watchin’
Can’t find a better man
Can’t find a better...man...

Ohh...ohh...