A Place to Lay My Head ~ #FTSF

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Once upon a time there was a young girl, one who diligently worked for and with her family. Despite their modest means and her efforts, the king banished them to another land. This made work difficult and education nearly impossible for the young teen.

Yet she was determined. Her education was nearly completed; college but a year away. She had no steed to return to school. Walking was out of the question. Daily transport by the commoners would have her exhausted and useless.

She searched high and low for a solution. Many turned their heads, as the request was so large. Until one day, a friend’s mother said she’d help… and so it was. She had a place to lay her head every other night, near her school.


High School ASB 94-95Ok, I’m not even sure if that all made sense. In short, before my senior year of high school, my parents moved out of the county. I didn’t want to transfer schools because I was: (1)  ASB Vice-President, (2) captain of my volleyball and basketball teams, and (3) a slew of other top creds in my school. I didn’t see how transferring would keep my resume strong for college, especially in sports, since you can’t transfer and play varsity your first year out. At the time, I wanted to leave the option of being a student-athlete in college.

I made the determination I would commute, but with my first class starting at 7 a.m. and occasionally, I had 6 a.m. practices and sports until 5 or 7 every night, the two hour commute by bus each direction was not a feasible way to live and succeed. So, I was able to get my best friend’s mother to stay every other night.

My basic high school schedule the first semester of my senior year was

  • Wake up at 4 a.m.
  • Walk to bus stop (about 10 minute walk)
  • Take a two hour bus ride (with a transfer about halfway through)
  • School from 7 a.m. to 1:30 p.m.
  • Friends house for a snack
  • Practice at 3
  • Every other night, take bus home at 5 (or 7)

In short, it sucked.

So, having a place to crash at least every other night, was well worth it.

As an aside, my friend’s mom was so willing to have me sleep there all week, but my parents wouldn’t allow it.

As always, this is an early edition of Finish the Sentence Friday. Please visit the hosts (by clicking the picture below) at 10 p.m. EST tonight.



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