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Written on: 6/05/08
Reminising
I sit. Waiting. I don't know what I'm waiting for. Midnight passed already. Still, I don't want to head hime. It's late at night, and a lone owl howls and screeches, as somewhere off in the distance it swoops down and gobbles up an unlucky prey. The cold bench bites into my thighs as I pull my sweater tighter around me, although the night is fairly humid. I run my hand across the armrest, feeling every groove thoroghly. Grass streched on for yards infront of the washed up sidewalk my feet lay feircly on. I took a swift glance at my sparkling high heels.
Should I have worn them to the graduation party? I wondered.
One lamppost seated directly next to the antique bench perpetually shone, amid the darkness of the night. All the other lampposts had already gone out, inferring that no one would be in the city park at this time of darkness. I gazed off into the distance. I watched a duck and it's ducklings waddle across the lushious grass toward a pond of gleaming water.
Times have changed... I thought. When I was a kid, i loved sports and whatnot.
An ant crawled heroicly onto the bench while I inched away from it, nearing the shining lamppost.
Back then, I would love to pick up insects and mess with them, My eyes were still glued to the insect. Look at me now! I shy away from them and get creeped out.
I stood up, the ant had bestirred me. Having nothing to do, I walked briskly on the weary path, swinging my lace purse back and forth.
Back then, I loved getting dirty. Look at me now! I'm a pretty little lady swinging my pretty little purse. from Tom Boy to Girly Girl. I laughed quietly to myself, sighing at the end.
I neared another bench now, but it wasn't as lighted as the previous bench I was sitting on. A light, dense, array of trees surrounded me. Normally, that would be irritating, but I was too lost in my thoughts to care.
People have changed. In elementary, kids considered all as equals. High school was different. The populars, the jocks, The nerds, The geeks, The nobodys. Why have people classified this way? The thought was exhilarating to me, but what thrilled me even more was the world.
Back then we could live with no worries. No worries we were doing something wrong. Things are going bad. How it would have been intresting that famous people are only famous now, and now, people will only be recognised famous later in the years... Will things change? Things have always changed, and nothing stops change. Stopping change... is a change. My mind wandered again, but this time to the topic of the graduation. In the past, graduation was from 5th grade to 6th grade, 8th grade to 9th grade. Real graduation is after high school, when you are done with school. Graduation was fun all the time, but the party after is the rememberence, forever etched in your mind. Back in mom's day, people smoked and drunk themselves sick. I'm glad to see that we are more civilized now, and we do more appropriate things, unlike the early pandamoniam. Of course, SHE wasn't invited, that valedictorian. Sigh... When everyone was invited, there weren't mixed feelings. But now...
I let my mind wander some more. I got up off the bench, and yawned. The beautiful Syringa had bloomed, and the bright, vivid color could be seen from a distance. The trefoil lay next to it, not as exhuberent. I sighed as I thought,
Some are better than others. Survival of the fittest has grown hard for us.
My feelings were vavacious for these changes, these reminisions. I had reached the gravel now, the edge of the park. My thoughts wandered too far. We have to be who we are. I walked out of the park happily, waiting for the changes in the rest of my life.
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