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As I caroused the random entries located on the friends section of this journal, I came across a special entry. It was written by a very good friend of mine, Siling. It was a letter, a goodbye letter to everyone, something to sum up her experiences in highschool. I was inspired to do the same.
Dear Everyone:
It is time. Time again for a change. The time we have been given together has almost expired. We will soon part ways, much like leaves falling. We will move on to experience new things. Our lives as individuals will soon begin to take shape as we seek to leave a mark on the world.
It seems surreal at times, the thought that in just a short while we will walk across a stage, signaling the end of an era in our lives. However, this is a special era. Up until now, we have moved through the stages in our lives with the same friends, our family right by our side, and a big warm safety net undrneath us called youth. This net is now being removed.
I can recall the earliest memory of my freshman year. I woke up early, unsure of where exactly I was supposed to meet the bus to go to this new, intersting place called Harrison. All I knew was that it was unlike all the other highschools in the area. I rushed out the door to the bus and got on, with a feeling in ther pit of my stomach. It was part anticipation, part fear. On the one hand I was excited to be going to a new place, to meet new peoplpe, and experience new things. On the other hand, I was terrified I might look like a fool, or make a mistake, or that everyone would know something I didn't and I would appear stupid.
I recall sitting in the lobby of our theatre, listening to the instructors, but paying more attention to the people who would soon become some of the closest friends I have.
I have many fond memories of Harrison. Sitting in the theatre, alone, in the dark before school, just taking in the spirit of the theatre. It was as if one could sit in that place and breath in the soul of the theatre. We moved as one. Harrison has a rythem. There is a beat in the school itself. And everyone there moves to it, though each in a different way. You can feel it in your soul.
Then, I was here. In North Carolina. I was heartbroken. I blamed everyone for making me leave. But I adjusted. I connected, I felt another rythem. And this one moved through the entire earth. Everywhere, there was this beat, this unconcious rythym...life. One can feel it by the rivers, or at the peak of a mountain top, at the sunrise as the sun peeks over the mist and spills like heavenly water into the valleys.
I made friends. I experienced so much.
I remember hanging out in the theatre freshman year, I remember the big debate between rotc and acting my sophmore. I remember the feeling of safety I had at Harrison, knowing that I could escape from my home problems and be free for a short while every day. I remember sitting in front of the House of Blues at down town Disney at 2 am listening to blues music and enjoying the warm spring air my junior year, I remember saluting the flag of the United States of America in our Nation's Capitol my senior year. I remember swearing to defend our country, I remember the thrill of being on stage, that tingling sensation on the back of my neck and that drop in my stomach like I had just gone over a big hill. I remember...
And now, it is about to end.
Part of my soul cries out in fear, that everything I am accustomed to is about to change. Part of me denies the reality of the situation. And another part is excited. It is waiting for the adventure to take another turn.
I used to dream of adventure, of that one big thing that would magic me off to far distant lands wehre I would meet new and interesting people and have the opportunity to be a hero. And now I realize that this is the adventure..its called life. And it has been such an adventure, with twists, turns, mystery, and tradgedy. This is another chpater in the epic my friends.
Don't wait to write your life story, because you have already begun. The pages are turning and we are being given the opportunity to write whatever we desire. Don't wait until the book is on its last chapter before you begin to write.
We are about to begin the next chapter. Hold on, because the stories diverge and it's going to get interesting. Here we part our ways and begin to write our own stories. Make it an interesting one.
I leave this chapter with few regrets. And no grudges. Life is short, to spend your time hating is foolish.
So my advice to everyone is this. We are writing the greatest story ever penned. And we're writing it now! It has already begun, now comes the good parts. So write! Don't delay, because you never know when someone will pick up the book and start reading. You would hate for them to read a boring story now wouldn't you?
Sincerely,
James M. Vance
Down the rabbit hole we go.
Dear Everyone:
It is time. Time again for a change. The time we have been given together has almost expired. We will soon part ways, much like leaves falling. We will move on to experience new things. Our lives as individuals will soon begin to take shape as we seek to leave a mark on the world.
It seems surreal at times, the thought that in just a short while we will walk across a stage, signaling the end of an era in our lives. However, this is a special era. Up until now, we have moved through the stages in our lives with the same friends, our family right by our side, and a big warm safety net undrneath us called youth. This net is now being removed.
I can recall the earliest memory of my freshman year. I woke up early, unsure of where exactly I was supposed to meet the bus to go to this new, intersting place called Harrison. All I knew was that it was unlike all the other highschools in the area. I rushed out the door to the bus and got on, with a feeling in ther pit of my stomach. It was part anticipation, part fear. On the one hand I was excited to be going to a new place, to meet new peoplpe, and experience new things. On the other hand, I was terrified I might look like a fool, or make a mistake, or that everyone would know something I didn't and I would appear stupid.
I recall sitting in the lobby of our theatre, listening to the instructors, but paying more attention to the people who would soon become some of the closest friends I have.
I have many fond memories of Harrison. Sitting in the theatre, alone, in the dark before school, just taking in the spirit of the theatre. It was as if one could sit in that place and breath in the soul of the theatre. We moved as one. Harrison has a rythem. There is a beat in the school itself. And everyone there moves to it, though each in a different way. You can feel it in your soul.
Then, I was here. In North Carolina. I was heartbroken. I blamed everyone for making me leave. But I adjusted. I connected, I felt another rythem. And this one moved through the entire earth. Everywhere, there was this beat, this unconcious rythym...life. One can feel it by the rivers, or at the peak of a mountain top, at the sunrise as the sun peeks over the mist and spills like heavenly water into the valleys.
I made friends. I experienced so much.
I remember hanging out in the theatre freshman year, I remember the big debate between rotc and acting my sophmore. I remember the feeling of safety I had at Harrison, knowing that I could escape from my home problems and be free for a short while every day. I remember sitting in front of the House of Blues at down town Disney at 2 am listening to blues music and enjoying the warm spring air my junior year, I remember saluting the flag of the United States of America in our Nation's Capitol my senior year. I remember swearing to defend our country, I remember the thrill of being on stage, that tingling sensation on the back of my neck and that drop in my stomach like I had just gone over a big hill. I remember...
And now, it is about to end.
Part of my soul cries out in fear, that everything I am accustomed to is about to change. Part of me denies the reality of the situation. And another part is excited. It is waiting for the adventure to take another turn.
I used to dream of adventure, of that one big thing that would magic me off to far distant lands wehre I would meet new and interesting people and have the opportunity to be a hero. And now I realize that this is the adventure..its called life. And it has been such an adventure, with twists, turns, mystery, and tradgedy. This is another chpater in the epic my friends.
Don't wait to write your life story, because you have already begun. The pages are turning and we are being given the opportunity to write whatever we desire. Don't wait until the book is on its last chapter before you begin to write.
We are about to begin the next chapter. Hold on, because the stories diverge and it's going to get interesting. Here we part our ways and begin to write our own stories. Make it an interesting one.
I leave this chapter with few regrets. And no grudges. Life is short, to spend your time hating is foolish.
So my advice to everyone is this. We are writing the greatest story ever penned. And we're writing it now! It has already begun, now comes the good parts. So write! Don't delay, because you never know when someone will pick up the book and start reading. You would hate for them to read a boring story now wouldn't you?
Sincerely,
James M. Vance
Down the rabbit hole we go.