Highs and Lows
I knew it wouldn’t be handed to me. Pushing and shoving your way to a better
future is strenuous and damn near impossible, and sometimes it is hard to find
the strength to keep your strained fingers from sliding off the final
rung. Senior year, the culmination of a
lifetime of work and dreams, has so far been a strange roller coaster of peaks
so high that I nearly hit my head on the clouds to lows to deep that my stomach melts onto the seat. Despite this stress, pressure and
responsibility that I have added to my plate I have never felt more alive. A kid from some small farm town in the middle
of nowhere, raised by a single mother has traveled the world, become the
president of an organization, serves on student government and is one year away
from graduation.
What should be a joyous year in which I consummate my four
years of hard work with one strut across the stage is one of panic; what
exactly should I do with the rest of my life?
Sometimes I curse my work ethic and ambitions. Life seems so much easier to be blown by the
wind and care not for where I end up, but unfortunately for me I live with
purpose. I live each day motivated by
the fact that I am merely scratching the surface of my potential, and due to
this ambition I am also cursed with being a perfectionist. Instead of laying back and enjoying my
achievements I tirelessly trudge forward, for fear that the doors which are opean
all around me may suddenly slam shut.
Three summers ago I learned the dark reality of
this cruel world. I worked in a dirty,
humid tomato packing plant in my home town and suffered a work injury to my arm
which nearly ripped it off. As my hand
lay caught in the conveyer belt, skin ripping apart slowly, I felt the first pang of terror I had ever
felt in my life. I have been scared
before, but this was the unique fear that comes with knowing that this is a
life I could easily expect should I piss away my academic opportunities. It is a cruel, cold world out there, and it
has no time for dreamers or the timid.
Life favors those who make their dreams a reality; the movers and
shakers. Although the stress and
pressure of changing three generations of poverty in my family bears down on my
chest like a lead anchor, I must set the example. Life is not for the timid