so, I decided that the pomp and circumstance is my favorite song. I don't think that any other song can bring tears to my eyes so quickly.
I'm sitting in a very uncomfortable seat at the yakima sundome waiting for my baby sister to get her high school diploma.
ten years ago, around the same time of year, I was sitting in an equally unconfortable pew at st ignatius church eagerly awaiting my diploma. it makes me think, god, I'm old.
yakima is such a strange place. according to some insane person, its the palm springs of washington. I beg to differ. everything is so sad and depressing. it seems like a place where dreams come to die. people don't set out for yakima, they end up here. these graduating teenagers have their sights on the "big city," seattle, tacoma, anywhere but yakima.
I was caught of guard when I found out that my sister wasn't coming back home to sf for college. I thought for sure it would be her first choice. I'm happy that she's decided to venture beyond her comfort zone and really go away to college. I'm excited that she gets to have that experience, because I never did. I never lived in a dorm. I have no idea what that life is like. is it all keggers and panty raids, or have I watched too many 80s movies?
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i always wonder about the magic that surrounds dorms, like a playpen for kids fortunate enough to have parents that saved money for their kids to squander. "look johnny, here's your spending money for the week. remember, don't buy TOO much coke at once." Damn my single low income mother!!!
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