We came as the freshmen. We were fresh-faced and eager; we were excited, we were hopeful, we were nervous, we were light-hearted. Morover, we were totally lost. We were the freshmen.
A yearlater, we are...sophmores. Many feverish and stressful sleepless nights later, we are sophomores. All things start to fall into place and align themselves for us. But really, the gradual settlement of our lives stamps out any excitement we had before. Is it lack of enthusiasm on our part? Or is it simply the concept of "same old again"? True, to our droopy, tired eyes, the school we once considered so beautiful now only sparks thoughts o fhomework and the despicable teachers we loathed. Even seeing our friends is not as exciting as before...why? When we see them, gossip taps us on the shoulder and whispers the latest news on current grades, relationship status, and social scandals.
Truthfully, the thought is quite depressing. The people you see everyday don't mean anything to you unless they have something you could take advantage of. Now this perspective is a bit harsh, but is it not true that the prickly side of high shcool has rubbed off on us?
If we were looking for a more virtuous excuse to make up for the lack of energy in the new school year, we could blame the one thing we all have in common; our future. Our future, our goals, our hope, our hell.
We are all capable of dreaming big. In our minds, everybody DOES want to go to an Ivy League school and find the cure for cancer. But with our eyes so fixed on the price, we forget about the path to get there. We gloss delicately over the details; we are masters of evasion. Call us shirkers, if you will.
This brings us to the finishing stitch. A year has passed, and we are one more year closer to senior year. A year closer to college. A year closer to shoving our whole life in front of a panel of administrators and letting them decide our fate. The looming Judgement Day does put things into perspective, do you not agree?
The fleet carefree freshman flight of fancy has flown...it's time to grovel down and get to work. It's time to actually do the labor to achieve the lofty goals we so foolishly tacked up on the totem pole.
Here's to a new year, and to our futures. I really hope we make it.
1 comments:
"The people you see everyday don't mean anything to you unless they have something you could take advantage of."
that is true. sadly.
but, as i've said before, i think you are worrying a bit too much about your future and school work and college. you need to acknowledge that high school is life too! not just what comes after.
but best of luck to your sophomore year.
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