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The Departure


The student prepares for college Searching for a school with a perfect fit The journey has already started leaving his parents, the boy becomes a man Click, click goes the mouse on the computer The list has now been chosen The boy sits and wonders “will I be chosen” “Am I good enough” “Am I ready for college” These kind of questions are asked by a new man Waiting anxiously to complete the adventure, already started He sits on his hard wooden desk tapping on his computer I must be physically mentally and tactically fit My athletics aren’t the only worry, my academics have to fit the schools requirement, otherwise I wont be chosen. To get a good education its thought that you must attend college but is that really true, what about the first day of school when a boy becomes a man These questions go unanswered as I stare at my computer screen The glow of the screen turns my brain into a computer tactically analyzing information for each school, making each piece fit losing focus now, my eyes drift into a copy of The Chosen I begin to reminisce on the times that I have had and the times to come in college All that I have lost all that I have gained since I started this journey I now know what I will become, a man The story is now told through the eyes of a different man A man talking through a big computer He tells the story of a tragic car accident “A boy was hit today while crossing the street at Loyola Mary-mount College” the words are all to familiar to the mans father, he plays the message again until things seem to fit, until things seem to make sense but they never do, and the message is now started The tears of a family roll down like rain already started its not just the loss of a child but the loss of a new man just when things seemed to come together; just when things seemed to fit everything falls apart now, and everything was so close, he was almost into college. The mother begins to cry as she reviews the list of schools on her sons computer nothing makes sense any more why was it her son, why did he have to be chosen.
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