In Between Seasons

Picture your life flying by in a year. Fast-forwarding from the new birth of Spring to old snowy days of Winter. Right now, my life is stuck like prey in a spider web between Spring and Summer . People in between the 2 seasons have some responsibilities, but not many. Even my personality displays a person split between Spring and Summer. My developing conscience proves what season my life is in.

My life is stuck between Spring and Summer because I have some responsibilities, but not many. In school, my responsibilities include the Debate Team, Newspaper Team, and completing my homework. While at home, it’s a different story. My wonderful parents are constantly complaining about my lack of cooperation with chores. “ You need to help out more around the house” they always say. However true or not true this may be, they still know I can be responsible. Dad and Mom still trust me enough to baby sit my brother.

Personalities can sometimes provide clues to people’s seasons. This is a fact in my case. I can joke around, but also know there’s a time and place for that. Students who see me during the day are surprised how I while not in school. Outside of the classroom, a different me takes hold. “Nikki, I didn’t know you were so funny!” a peer once told me.

The developing conscience growing in me shows I’m moving from Spring to Summer. Sometimes, my conscience shows, other times it doesn’t. My feelings get hurt when I don’t meet other’s expectations. In “Marigolds by Eugenia Collier, Lizabeth rips the flowers out of Ms. Lottie’s garden and she had the same feeling of guilt I have had before. During the Summer, my mom signed me up for a writing class at Temple. She wanted me to take the bus all the way there, but I didn’t want to go. So, I lied and told her I went while she was at work. When she arrived home, she was pleased with me for going, but eventually I had to tell her. Although she was angry, I felt better because I told the truth.

Life flies by quickly, and one shouldn’t grow up too fast. At this time, I still want to be in Spring, but have the ability to be in Summer. Some responsibilities occur within me, but not as much as those fully in Summer. The personality I have can be youthful, but still mature at the same time. A conscience is starting to in me, another clue I’m slowly moving into Summertime.