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Aug 18, 2004 I apologize for my recent failure to write. Anything. What with a quick trip down to Tennessee with my lovely girlfriend, recuperating from the Democratic Convention, and the start of a new school year, my writing has been on the back burner. I wish I could tell myself - and all of you lovely conservative fans of mine - that it will get better. It's only been three months, you know, since I left that place, Lawrence North High School, but now I feel so much older, and the freshmen - little children, babies even, only coming up to my waist, it seems - are so much younger. Could I really have matured that much? Was I this young when I came here in 2001? Now I'm standing here at the threshold, and I will spare no melodrama in making out these last nine months of high school to be the greatest thing of my life. No one gets to rob me of that. Soon I will be heading off to DePauw University (with all good luck and a few good letters) for a Political Science major. I shaved my mustache today. Was I really this young when I came here in 2001? I catch myself watching CNN while these freshmen are watching cartoons. Granted, I watch them too, and no one is to doubt a good Family Guy, but there is such a barrier there. I have no common ground on which to speak to them. My interests are so far off in the distance. They worry about parties, I worry about law schools. Am I better than them? I don't think so, not really. Just older. Being a senior, it's tempting to say I'm better than they are. I can be mature when I really want to be, when I'm not cornered in a political debate or suffering from writer's block. After all, I'm perilously close to adulthood; what a frightening thought. I've become accustomed to these halls, to calling God to smite these 2,899 other students that never seem to walk fast enough, to these teachers who now treat me as their equal even though they have nothing left to offer me except friendship and understanding. Nine months, nine months. Three until November. Am I the only one who cares about this election in this room of freshmen I'm supervising? I shudder to think. I was this young when I came here in 2001. ------------ About the author: Max Burns lives in Indianapolis and interns with the Indiana Democratic Party. Visit The Rabid Demoncrat or read the fantasy-fiction novel "Alcardia". He is currently a senior at Lawrence North High School and is active in political clubs and associations. Max thinks it's time to hatch a real environmental policy and plant George W. Bush back in Crawford. Email: MBurns_NS@hotmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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