The Phony War

To not insult those who fought in the Winter of 1939-1940, I have decided that my life has become a waiting game....waiting on college, waiting on friends and other people, and just generally waiting on life. This time period is suppose to be one spent in reflection of the past 4 (13) years...but I don't want to reflect and I don't want to wait. I want to know where I'm going to college, I want to know how things are going to turn out, and I want to close this stage in my life. Country Day has been good to me, but it's time for a change. Also, maybe I'm just tired of waiting and ready to move on because I haven't really moved on and I think a sudden separation would be the best way. Over the past few weeks I've tried to process what Country Day has meant to me, but it's hard to reflect on something so ingrained into my psyche...so hard to separate desire from loathing, truth from fiction, actuality from memory....I keep getting drawn back to what Aerosmith sang in Jaded: "it'll always be what I've loved and hated"

taylor