A piece of writing from Semester 56 Parent Weekend evening program where a few students chose to share aloud pieces of their writing from the semester.
I had a dream last night. It was vivid and felt so real. Yet now, as the sun is dipping lower into the west, I can remember only a vague sense of importance; like I am standing in a cloud of dust left behind by whatever passed through my consciousness during the long hours of darkness.
Perhaps, when this is all over, that is how I will remember my time here, like the remnant of a dream. Maybe the memories will fade- the long walks and early mornings on the farm, the endless cups of tea and the numbing cold of February. Yes, maybe all this will fade, leaving only traces, traces of something special I once had.
Sometimes I think maybe the important thing isn’t that we’re leaving, but that we were here at all. The truth is nothing will ever be the way it was. That is true for every second of every day of our lives. Time marches forward, dragging us along with it. We have no choice but to treasure what we have and then let it go.
So when I lie awake at night with the infinite darkness beginning to gnaw at my mind, that is when I will remember and take comfort in the traces of a dream I once lived.
-Asha, Sunset High School, OR