You know that strange numb feelin gyou get when you can't sleep, then you sleep for a few measly beautiful hours and try to get through a whole day? It doesn't bode well for the rest of my day that I'm numb and loopy before 8 AM. I've always wanted to write a dialogue like Meredith's little "As doctors..." speeches. So I will try one, it might be cheesy, and it might be fictional, but I want to do it.
As students we are supposed to be used to drastic change. We move on from year to year, grow older, assume bigger responsibilities, and have to cope with a new batch of teachers every single year. None of this is supposed to matter to us however, as we have no time to get caught up in petty changes because we are always thinking about the next step. The next chapter in our so far empty books. Maybe it's best we try not to get caught up in the mellowdrama, because then, maybe we will never allow ourselves to move forward. But maybe a little sappiness is alright, merited, should at least be expected. When is it enough though? Some take it too far, counting their lasts (our last lunch, our last report card) instead of the firsts (my first college acceptance, my first scholarship). These are the ones who have peaked. The on-top-of-the-world seniors. Their lives can get no better, they can't go any higher, they've hit the glass cieling if you will. They've peaked. They're the ones working as Gym teachers, or managing an Arby's. Maybe running into past classmates once in a while, "Those were the good ole days eh?" Then there are the ones who do not let the changes affect them at all, the introspective ones. Their future is much more unclear.
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