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dsaf Dsaf TA English 110 31 January 2013 Fearing the Unchangeable: It’s Time To Grow Up June 7 th , 2012, I know that date like the back of my hand. High school students all over Ontario wait four years to experience this, and it was finally our school’s turn. Prom. Men with their hair slicked back in fancy suits and beautiful women in dresses. With a new haircut and a fresh suit from the drycleaners, I felt good. All year I’ve been wearing the same old uniform. It was nice to finally have a change for once. As I walked by the mirror in my house, it was impossible not to strike a pose. Then it hit me, what prom is complete without pictures? I picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers and before I knew it, some friends and I met up at a local park where we shared so many memories. I still remember when my buddy Alex asked his girlfriend on a date here. That was four years ago. The look of utter joy on her face was priceless. 1

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1 dsaf DsafTAEnglish 11031 January 2013Fearing the Unchangeable: Its Time To Grow Up June 7th, 2012, I know that date like the back of my hand. High school students all over Ontario wait four years to experience this, and it was finally our schools turn. Prom. Men with their hair slicked back in fancy suits and beautiful women in dresses. With a new haircut and a fresh suit from the drycleaners, I felt good. All year Ive been wearing the same old uniform. It was nice to finally have a change for once. As I walked by the mirror in my house, it was impossible not to strike a pose. Then it hit me, what prom is complete without pictures?I picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers and before I knew it, some friends and I met up at a local park where we shared so many memories. I still remember when my buddy Alex asked his girlfriend on a date here. That was four years ago. The look of utter joy on her face was priceless. Everyone brought cameras. The flashing lights at every turn really make you feel like a celebrity. Its nice to see four years add up to new and old friends sharing a moment in time with you. As we started to realize the time we hurried to the limo, I was excited and nervous. I just couldnt wait to see what everyone looked like. This weird feeling of nervousness didnt make sense to me. I wasnt bringing a date, so why did I feel that way? I just didnt know.Once we got there, the atmosphere felt like I was home. Walking down the halls of the venue really brought me back to the classrooms of the school. The lighting made everyone glow. The air smelled of cologne and perfume. All I saw were smiles, and they were contagious. I felt as if Id been here many times. That feeling of excitement never left, until I finally got to the table with my friends. On it was a little genie lamp and a piece of paper to make a future wish on. It was at that point I realized, the future is now closer than ever and I needed to put my life goals into perspective. I felt unsettled. This is where it all began to change. After seeing that piece of paper in front of me, I didnt know what I wanted. Why couldnt I bring myself to write anything? For the time being, I left it blank.As the night went on, all I could think about was what to write on that piece of paper. I talked to friends that I hadnt seen all year to help think of something or any inspiration to put words on that paper. We shared moments of glory and defeat through out the years at school. One of my friends, Mark, talked about how he almost didnt get into university. How his grades were going downhill and he turned to joining a gang and selling drugs as a stress-reliever. That was one of his lowest points, but he made it. He got accepted to the University of Toronto for Computer Science and turned his life around. I asked him what he wrote on that paper at his table and he told me It was quite simple, to make my parents proud. So why wasnt it that simple for me? Why couldnt I just think of something to write on that dumb piece of paper?As I got lost in thought, my ears began to ring. It was that time of the night. Time to hit the dance floor. The DJ played the most electric music I had ever heard. The kind that gets you so pumped up! Where your thoughts turn off and you just feel the music and people around you. With all my friends dancing it was impossible not to tap my foot as well. I wound up at the center of the dance floor where there was a huge dance battle. How I got there was a blur, but when you get thrown to the center of a circle, you better dance for your life! So I did. With all the cheers coming from friends and peers alike, I couldnt help but feel a sudden moment of calm and peace. Like everything, all the grudges built from the years between people, the fights that broke out, the heartbreaks. None of it mattered anymore. We may never see each other again and I think we all knew that. So we made the best of that night. I knew it couldnt last forever, and in that moment I realized why I couldnt write anything on that piece of paper. It didnt hit me until I really thought about it. Everyone was on different paths in their lives. They knew what they wanted to do in life. What university they wanted to go to. For me, the fear of starting over, making new friends and living on my own was terrifying. I used to think prom was an event to celebrate four years of success, but in reality it felt like more of a bittersweet good bye to the people that made my high school experience so memorable.After I got off that dance floor, I took a good hard look at my table. It still had that paper on it. I now knew what my wish was. So I wrote it down and put in the lamp. As a baby goes through different stages in their lives that help them grow and learn, I felt I was doing the same at this moment. Prom was another stage that I needed to get passed. Once I did, it all starts over in university. The growth. The learning. While others wrote about what future job they wanted, who inspired them or a place theyd love to visit. I wished for The courage to grow up. Once I wrote those words on that meaningless piece of paper, I felt complete. As if those words gave my life purpose. As the night finished, and we all said our final goodbyes, it was time to make that wish, a reality.