Hi there! I’m beginning to catch up on my missed blogging, but in the meantime, I have finished my first writing piece of my 8th grade year: Blurred Images.
Names of people and locations have been removed or changed for both my and others privacy. Enjoy!
Today was one of those times where I wasn’t sure what the day would hold. As I stepped out of our silver minivan, I squinted through the bright, early morning sun to glimpse the newly renovated education center. A building that displayed new, dust-free windows and freshly-washed brick, the center would decide whether I received a position on the local Council that I was hoping to join.
This experience would be my first-ever interview, and I would be meeting with a woman named ______. As I walked towards the entrance to the building, I felt the wind’s feeble attempt to ruffle my hair as a soft breeze drifted across my head. I thought I could see small goose-bumps producing on my upper arm, partly concealed by my brand-new red Abercrombie shirt. Through the soft fabric, it felt like my heart was beating a mile a minute. I glanced up to look through the tinted windows to the right of the door, which reminded me a bit of my own school, and opened the glass door before stepping into a hallway that seemed to go on forever. I tried to look at the intricate works of art to my left to calm myself down, but I was still just as nervous about my interview.
At the end of the hallway stood the program’s office, and just inside, ______ was waiting for us. Just from her welcoming expression and the energetic atmosphere around her, I already knew that this meeting would go well; I felt like I was already comfortable speaking with her.
As we entered the room, the first thing I noticed was a rectangular light above us that revealed white walls and a simple wooden conference table among several cushioned seats. As I sat down, I took a deep breath and prepared my thoughts.
I made eye contact with ______, and she asked me my first question: “Are you nervous?”
Quite honestly, I still was. “A little bit, I guess.”
She responded, “That’s absolutely okay! Hopefully, by the end, you’ll feel more more comfortable. The purpose of this meeting is also to prepare you for the future, when you may have to apply for college or interview for a job.”
I certainly felt more comfortable as the meeting went on. _____ asked me to tell her about myself, and despite it being an easy question, it was also one of my first, and I found it hard to form words in my mouth. “I- my name is Gabe, and, uh, I’m a 6th grader at _______.”
Eventually, though, I relearned my ability to speak as my nerves settled down. The next few questions went by like a breeze, as I answered questions about my personality and my after-school activities.
As the questions became more involved, I tried to come up with a standard response for each, but at some point I realized that I would be respected for who I was and what I really thought, and so I then attempted to answer each question in my own way and as honest as possible.
Soon after, we covered more difficult topics, such as what I wanted to do for the community and what I thought the program meant to me. I had just finished talking about what issues I felt were present in our town when she asked me, “Do you feel that these issues are a big problem in our town?”
Now that I think back to the event, I wonder why I answered the way I did. I guess, at the time, I probably would have blamed my nerves. But as I matured more over the next year and a half, I eventually learned that it was actually completely okay that I thought that the issues in our town were very minor. As it turned out, I was somewhat oblivious to several aspects that should be changed in our town. And now, as I continue to learn more about them, I began to realize their importance, and I would find that problems like substance abuse along with physical and mental health, were important and needed to be paid attention to. I soon also discovered that there were so many people around me who, like myself, were not aware of these issues, and needed to realize them as well.
At the end of the meeting, we shook hands and I walked back into the mid-morning sun. I felt like I explained my responses well, but I was still left in wonder as to whether I would make it into the council.
Several weeks later, we left for our annual vacation to the mountains. As I sat on the worn down, wooden deck looking out at the snowcapped mountains amongst the crystal-clear sky, I thought I could hear someone coming from inside.
Sure enough, my mom slid open the screen door and stepped outside to be greeted by a gentle mountainside breeze. “Gabe, there’s something I think that you should read inside.”
A bit confused, I walked back inside to see the open iPad displaying an email on the table. I took a quick glance at it, and I read only the word “Congratulations,” before stopping to realize what this meant.
All of a sudden, everything had been worth it, and the summer dramatically took a turn for the better. At once, the weight was taken off of my shoulders, and while I was full of relief, I had also learned several life lessons along the path towards becoming a member of the council.
Not only was entering the council an achievement, I began to uncover the blurred image of the world around me, and I also began to realize who I really was.
Thanks so much for reading! You can read all of my writing pieces on the page entitled ‘Gabe’s Writing’.