Seniors are driving me crazy and most of all driving themselves crazy at this time of year. The list of colleges that they want to attend and the list of colleges their parents want them to attend and the colleges that will accept them as opposed to the colleges that would accept them but place them into eternal debt as opposed to the colleges too embarrassingly close to home as opposed to those colleges that are too frightenly far away from home as opposed to colleges taking kids far dumber then you as opposed to colleges that seem to leave kids smarter then you waiting endlessly by the mailbox rusting along with the envelope slot. Help, oh, help. “The sky is falling!” says Henny Penny.
Seniors are fully feeling that the squeaky doors of high school are too close. Rusty hinges are grating on their nerves through every senior gathering over cap and gown, Disney trip and senior fees, harping parent and overbooked counselor. On the other side of the door they are seeing just the smallest slice of light from the next closed door. They see some feet shuffling around, but that is about it – no more information for the present!
What to do? I encourage students to make themselves comfortable in the harping parent and overbooked counselor. On the other side of the door they are seeing just the smallest slice of light from the next closed door. They see some feet shuffling around, but that is about it – no more information for the present!
What to do? I encourage students to make themselves comfortable in the hall between the two rooms. Nothing wrong with getting off your feet and learning to live in the hall. There is not much to do in the hall, but hardly any reason to panic. In fact one of the most valuable lessons that can be learned in the hall is the ability to be okay in the hall. So much of life is in the hall. Those halls can be long and drafty. Some of the halls are carpeted and some remain stained and chipped – some lit and some dark. Senior year is not too early to learn that since so much future time will spent in halls you best learn to pack a good lunch, carry a few picture of the life you had on the other side of the many doors, and perhaps a diary – – after all don’t you want something sensational to read until you hear the doorknob rattling?