The world according to Abel: In 25 years

Abel Lara

Twenty-five years ago, my dad was a senior here. Twenty-five years later, I’m now a senior too. When my dad’s twenty-fifth class reunion came around and he took me with him, it was a scary eye-opener for me. As I met some of my dad’s old friends, I couldn’t help but think about myself in his place twenty-five years from now.

Time goes by so fast. It seems like just the other day I was a freshman buying my first tutu, and now I’m getting ready to buy my cap and gown. Late at night, I toss and turn; scared that I might end up a forgotten student.

I can see it in my eyes as I look in the mirror, all my worries are hanging over my head.

What if I don’t make it?

What will I do?

Where’s my life going?

These three questions might not seem so big to some people, but to me, they are so unknown and they fill me with fear. I’m a strong person, but what if that isn’t enough?

I want to make a difference in somebody’s life one day . I don’t want to be famous, but I don’t want to be nameless either.

One day I will change the world. I’m so sick of the cruel, empty and heartless lives we live. I might not be a huge movie star with millions to hand out, but what I do have is my love of people and the little spark of faith that one day my children won’t suffer through wars, hate, or a deprived, corrupt public school.

In twenty-five years who knows what I’ll do?

Who knows where I’ll end up.

Class of 2012 I’ll be waiting to give you those answers at our reunion.

See you there.