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Billie Heinl October 30, 2002 Writing 121 Daphne Gabrieli My Addiction “Hi, my name is Billie and I am addicted to high school.” This is no joke. I’m a freshman in college yet my heart is still wondering the orange and brown halls of my high school. There are really two types of people in the world, those who loved high school and those who hated it. I loved it, every back stabbing, heartbreaking minute of it. Every one I know finds this obsession annoying, but their opinions haven’t stopped me from looking over my yearbooks and constantly going over stories of games and homecoming dances in my head. Although I don’t want to let go of my addiction, I feel this “drug” may be stunting my growth. I have always had a problem with letting go of things. When my hamster, Ben, died in the 5th grade my mom thought she was going to have to bring in the SWAT team to calm me down. My mother gently told me to move on and reassured me that something else would make me as happy as Ben the hamster did. Of course, I didn’t believe her at the time, but in the end she was right. On my 12th birthday I received a new hamster and Ben was out of the picture. I thought high school would be the same way. Once I got to college I would be fine. So, I stuck it out through summer and ignored the weird urges to sit in my old stadium or stand on the theatre’s stage where I used to entertain crowds of people.
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