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friday, may 13, 2011

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Chaotic situation leads student to view life in different perspective

dinisusanto “Fast cars, shooting stars, until it’s Vegas everywhere we are…” That was Elly Jackson and La Roux, along with Kanye West, warning me that it’s time to switch my car to manual mode and start speeding to work. Panicking, I smacked my cell phone and turned off the alarm. On my right, I made out the words “Copy Corner” and managed to spot a familiar yellow double-arch, but as the needle on my speedometer slid from 35 to 50 miles per hour, I could no longer distinguish one neon light from another. Everything moved so fast. Yellow, red, white, green and bright blue alphabets fused together into streaks until I stopped noticing them. They practically disappeared, blending into my neglected peripheral vision. Usually, I focused on what was ahead of me. Despite my perfect hindsight vision, I scarcely looked into my rearview mirror; every time I took a second glance at what I’d passed, I always saw things I failed to notice before, and I loathed the reluctance that followed. This particular time, an intricate poster on a lamp post caught my eyes, and I couldn’t decide whether I thought it was pretty or not. I liked what I saw when I observed the mosaic piece by piece, but I failed to see the picture as a whole. I stared for a while. By the time I looked up, I had already missed my turn. To make things worse, a red beetle cut in front of me from my right, and when its brake lights signaled, “STOP!”

I stomped my foot and stubbed my toe on my brake pedal. My Volkswagen made a nauseating noise and angrily stopped. This darn traffic! Everyone had somewhere to be. Everyone had something to do. I was drowning in the midst of a sea of cars. We had nothing in common, except for everything; despite our differing destinations, we all traveled along the same road, breaking away at different intersections, only to find ourselves back at the very same spot, retracing our paths, going back home eventually. On top of that, we all saw the same things. We just absorbed our sights differently. While I wanted to pull out my gun app and “shoot” at the beetle just millimeters away from me, the person in the tricked-out, raised-up F350 probably was thinking about squashing the thing like a bug. Somewhere between Southwest Parkway and George Bush Drive, I accepted that I wasn’t going to get to work on time, pulled out my phone and gave my manager an apologetic call. I ended up being really thankful for the unusually heavy traffic. In thirty minutes, I had a long-due conversation with an old friend in Fresco, Texas, ate a bag of jalapeno chips and spent the rest of the drive listening to Thom Yorke’s lyrics and watching other people in their cars. I felt sorry for a woman crying in my rearview mirror, wishing I could tell her, “whatever it is, everything will work out in the end,” and I got a nice chuckle from seeing a hot

speak out Discussion Board Each issue, students can submit responses to The Roar’s Speak Out forum. These questions will be posted on Facebook.

Question: What do you wish you had known going into high school? Daisha Washington, senior Don’t wait until the last minute to check on your grades. Check them often and make Pinnacle your best friend! Halimah Jones, junior I wish I had known that even though friends say that they won’t change, they do. It’s a part of growing up. Nathan Smith, sophomore I wish I had known that people are incredibly cool, and that despite the fact that my middle school experience was awful, life gets better. Karen Wang, senior I wish I had believed my middle school teachers when they said high school was a lot more challenging than middle school. I was definitely unprepared for all of the homework freshman year. Add your opinion and see more responses: Friend Roar Newspaper on Facebook. it’s fridayyyy fridayyy gotta get down on fridayyy

fraternity stud picking his nose two cars to the right. It was a nice change of pace before I proceeded succumbing to the little rainbow planner that dictated my life. This compact space gave me more freedom than the open road itself. When life gives you traffic, bad drivers and neon lights, slow down, turn up the music and enjoy the ride. Dini will be attending the University of Texas at San Antonio to major in communications. If you’d like to contact her, email her at the.roar.susanto@gmail.com.

Artwork by Maurice Vellas

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“Congraduations”

Vol. 16 Issue 6  
Vol. 16 Issue 6  

The last issue of the Roar for the 2010-2011 school year, including senior pages.

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