As soon as I went home for the Labor Day weekend the first thing I thought was “Why the hell am I here?”. As I pulled into Forrest City I was greeted by the same things I knew for eighteen years of my life. I saw all of the same things that instantly reminded me of the reason I was so excited to go to college.
I was greeted by the high school that’s pretty much an eyesore. As I went to the school and I went down the halls I was instantly reminded of how I did not miss my walking those halls one bit , and it kind of made me long for the wide open spaces of the ASU campus. When I got home I got somewhat sad. My room was completely empty, and had actually been turned into somewhat of an exercise room. The site of this struck me kind of deep down and I was a little upset at this. I was so used to how things used to be it made me somewhat sad when I couldn’t remember what light switches controlled what, and where certain things were in my house. Not many things had changed in Forrest City during the weeks I was in Jonesboro. I didn’t come to realize how much I didn’t want to be in Forrest City until Friday night rolled around. I was at home Friday night trying to find something to do when I realized Forrest City isn’t like Jonesboro there isn’t always something to do. A night in Forrest City pretty much consists of either going to a football game, basketball game, or riding some backroads. I sat there trying to find something to do when I realized there wasn’t anything to do, football season hadn’t
started yet and no one was in town to go backroading with. So as I sat there all night I longed to be back in JB.
As I went riding around town checking out all of the people I felt very old even though to most of them I was just one or two years their elder. I guess something about college makes you realize that most of the stuff you did in high school was pretty much childish and immature, and most of the things I did in high school...