Ficlets

“Which college are you going to?” This is the question of choice at my high school. It’s assumed you’re going to college- probably a good one, too.

Your life’s agenda is set out for you already. You get good grades in middle school so that you can get good grades in high school, so you can get into a satisfactory school and obtain a respectable job and raise a proper family.

Childhood was simple. We made friends so quickly, and lost them even faster. Our worries revolved around who we would play with on the playground at lunch, and what was for dinner that night.

I miss the simplicity of playing “Flower Shop” with my friends in Kindergarden. Boys and girls could be friends then, without any implications. I miss the milk cartons that the janitors delivered to our classroom every afternoon- chocolate, skim or 1% milk.

High school is when you’re supposed to start defining yourself. These four years will prepare us for the rest of our lives.

But I don’t even know where to start.