I don't know if distance truly does make the heart grow fonder, but I do know that high school is a terrible, agonizingly compulsory fact of American adolescence. Truly, if I was told I had to start over with my four years of high school next week (can someone give me a situation in which that would be necessary???) I would just flee the country instead. Although I wholeheartedly believe high school would be magnitudes better the second time around (just because I am a much more reasonable person), it would also be magnitudes worse because it fucking starts at 7:45 a.m. So if these two effects cancel each other out... what I'm left with is the realization that high school gave me the chance to be part of ripe sky and it gave ripe sky a chance to be a part of me and that's all that matters.
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We used to jokingly refer to a certain apartment complex in town as the "ghetto" and we really only got away with it because we were all on the other side of the joke. Even those who were inside the joke couldn't be bothered to be, well, bothered and I never really questioned why until recently.
My childhood was blessed in that I was always sheltered by privilege and always without financial stress. I understood the value of a dollar (in a mostly vicarious manner) because my father certainly worried about money and kept a close eye on his accounts--however, my life did not depend on my ability to make the most of this value and that freedom--the freedom to know and subsequently ignore-- has made a world of difference in determining who I am, how I live, and what I want my future to be. |
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