By MaryKatherine, wandering seventeen year old
I believe in jumping in to life and the experiences that come with it. When you jump into something new and unknown, you take a risk but at the same time you learn more about yourself and the world around you.
I believe in jumping in to life and the experiences that come with it. When you jump into something new and unknown, you take a risk but at the same time you learn more about yourself and the world around you.
This year has been a year of jumping. In the summer while I was at
a lake with friends I decided to jump off a tree that stood high above
the lake. It was a popular tree and many of the kids from the small
town jumped off it. As I watched others jump from below I began to feel
a desire to take the plunge and jump. After announcing it to the
group, I began the climb up the tree. Everyone encouraged me, telling
me where to put my feet. As I reached the small branch that stretched
out over the water and looked down, fear took over my body, but I knew
I could not let the fear stop me. Pushing my feet against the branch, I
jumped and for a moment I flew.
My friend quickly grabbed my phone and took a picture of me
suspended in mid-air. Later when I showed the picture to my mom, she
said in astonishment, "When did you become such a jumper?" I did not
want to tell her that part of the reason I had jumped had been because
of the cute boy who was standing at the bottom, because of how in love
I was with the way he shook my hand and how good he looked with his
shirt off. However, as I thought about it, I realized I had not jumped
to gain my mother's pride or for the cute boy. I had jumped for me,
because it was something I needed to prove to myself and the slightly
bigger person I became after doing so.
Then came jumping into life. In the fall, I left the comfort of my
small, all-girls school in the city I had grown up in to go to big
public school in a small town two states away. the experience was just
like jumping off the tree. First there was the excitement of doing
something new, then encouragement from friends, and finally right
before the jump the fear. As the doors opened to the high school gym
and I saw the crowd of high schoolers, I remember turning to my friend
and whispering, " If I faint, will you catch me?"
"Of course", she replied with a smile, amused by how overwhelmed I was by regular high school.
"Of course", she replied with a smile, amused by how overwhelmed I was by regular high school.
Just like that I jumped into crowded hallways with couples holding
hands, into skiing on Saturdays and going to church on Sundays. I
watched the leaves turn vibrant yellow and orange and then the soft
white snow fall. Before I knew it I had landed and it was time for my
next jump into a semester in South America. I packed my bags and
stepped onto the plane. I met fifteen amazing girls, saw countries that
had previously just been a shape on a map to me and learned things
about myself I could have never learned at home.
I have cried for the world's sorrows, laughed at its joys and been
swept away by its endless beauty. I have touched mountain tops and
ocean floors. I have witnessed the strength of women and become a part
of communities I did not know existed. I fell in love with life and
humanity. All this because I jumped.
At seventeen, I believe in jumping but I know that this belief
will change and mold as the winds of the world blow their truths upon
me.
This I believe...

