Are we done yet? I hope not
“Five more weeks, five more weeks,” I whispered to myself as I walked the two blocks from my parking lot to the school this morning.
Thankfully, this year has gone quickly, a blur of college applications, last-minute socializing, and all the other mysterious things we seniors do to avoid homework.
But in the last couple of weeks, as the weather has warmed up, my heart has begun to yearn to be free. And then, during second period today, I realized that these were the last weeks in my life that I could be a kid.
This summer I have to get a job, to start saving for college. After the summer I head off to Venezuela, without the support system I’ve had with me for the past 17 years. I will have to take sole responsibility for myself; there won’t be anyone there to catch me if I fall.
Pretty soon, I’ll have to cook for myself, clean for myself, and handle the various bureaucratic college systems by myself. Right now, I can just chill on the weekends, not think about anything, and trust in my parents to do right by me.
So what am I going to do in my last few weeks to be a kid? I’ll probably build a few tents out of blankets and chairs, make some mudpies, throw a fit, smear dirt on my face, scream for ice cream, pretend I’m a dinosaur, make a mess and then refuse to clean it up, and generally do nothing for 24 hours.
It’s going to be fun. Any senior who wants to join me, feel free.
— Bethany Hutchens