I stepped into what I consider a playground for adults. A guy with a buzz cut wiped his palms on the weight vest strapped to his torso, then shook out his legs. A middle-aged, heavyset man picked up a bar, tightened his face and began to squat. An athletic-looking man, possibly a college student, with hands on his hips stared up at a set of rings. In the background, an older lady, likely a mom, was lying on a bench pushing weight above her head as a man in a black army cap encouraged her. The scene seemed a bit odd. All these people in different stages of life were under one roof, for what? “Ready? In 3… 2… 1… GO!” Each person began racing through different movements. Nervous and anxious looks melted into solid determination. Heavy breathing ensued, and the winter-chilled room started to heat up.
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I walked in to our garden, and there I found her lying on the ground. She was breathing rapidly.
Every year during finals week, I think of a million and one things that I would love to do after finals. Can’t wait for next week, I think. It’s going to be fun!
Now if you’re thinking that I spend my vacation doing those million and one things productively—well, that may not be entirely true. I’ve used these paradoxical words during vacations; maybe you have too: I’m bored!
Of all the pressures I faced as a teenager, the pressure to date and go steady was high on the list. To have a steady boyfriend or girlfriend was somewhat of a status symbol. Times haven’t changed that much. If anything, it is MORE this way today.
Several months ago I looked at my desk, my room, my life.
What I found was … a lot of—“stuff.” Stuff that I didn’t use very often, if at all. Things that, with my busy schedule, I don’t actually need to waste time using.
“Do you see that picture there?” he asks me, his feeble finger pointing to two framed portraits on the wall near his window.
I turn and look at the photos—two aged photos of the same young, handsome man. The man’s thick, dark brown, blackish hair is slicked back. He wears a tan suit and an easy smile. The pictures are faded to a sepia hue because of decades of age. One is a close-up of his face, the other looks like it was done in a studio.
I say that I do see the photos, and I smile because he likes to point them out to me every time I visit.
A digital photo frame sits on his desk. Photos flicker through the frame one after another. He comments on some of the photos as they pass through the screen, describing the people, where the photo was taken. He points out certain ones with pride. When the photos repeat, he mentions the same comments again.
He’s not forgetful. I know that he knows he told me already who is in the photo. I know he knows he mentioned where it was taken. So why does he repeat himself?
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