Why does the rhythm of time change in direct proportion to the importance of the event? If one needs to have a tooth pulled, the week will fly by quickly until that inevitable day arrives. If one is to be married, the week creeps by while every second seems like an eternity. (Remember how messed up my older sis was when she got married?) If one is to graduate from high school and experience the deliciousness of new-found freedoms, the week seems to extend beyond a human being’s capacity to endure it.
Grabbing her stuffed zebra lying next to her on the bed, Halle squeezed hard. “Wow Stripes, I’m getting pretty good at this diary stuff. That sounded mature, don’t you think?”
Halle was graduating in one week from Calvary Christian School. Her parents told her if she kept up with her grades, they would let up on curfews and some of the other rules. She was going off to college in the fall so the summer would be a dry run of how responsible she could be with her new freedom.
Rapping on her bedroom door her mother yelled, “Halle, it’s time for you to set the table. Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, mother. Don’t you think I’m a little too old to set the table?” Halle yelled back. Giving Stripes one more squeeze she rolled back onto her stomach picking up her pen and smoothing the pages of her diary.
“Halle Lorraine, I said NOW,” her mother barked through the door.
“Lord, please let this week fly by. I can’t take it anymore. Families don’t eat together like they did in the dark ages. Sheesh. One more week and I’m done with family meals cuz it will be my choice.”
Will this week ever end? I have five more days until graduation. Five more days of being told what to do. Five more days of being in this prison. I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t…unconsciously, Halle petted Stripes while continuing to write out her discontent.
A guilty thought stabbed her heart.
“I know Lord, I’m being disrespectful but you don’t know my parents. Well actually, you do know my parents. What I mean is…okay, Lord, you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t think graduation day will ever get here.”
Three more days and counting. Mom told me to not to be in too big of a hurry to grow up. I laughed at her. “Too late, Mom, I’m already grown up,” is what I told her. Yay, 18 years old. Old enough to drive, to vote, to go to war, and to not be told what to do anymore. Oh diary, will Sunday afternoon ever get here?
Jerking the door open gave Halle a good indication that her father was an unhappy camper. “It’s 1:00 a.m., Halle. Where have you been? I tried calling your cell phone and you refused to answer. In this house, NOW.”
Two more days and counting. Sigh. I’ve been hearing the word NOW a lot lately. Good grief. Boy, were my parents hot under the collar last night. I thought my days of getting in trouble were over but I guess not. So I stayed out an hour past my curfew. I mean, in two more days I’m not going to have a curfew so what’s the big deal? My parents said they’re reconsidering some of the summer rules already.
“Lord, all of this is so confusing. I’m usually not a rebellious kid. Honest. What’s gotten into me lately? All I can say right now is, ‘Help.’ Am I going to make it, Lord? This growing up thing is harder than I thought it would be.”
Oh diary, how can 7 days drag out soooooooooo long? I still have one more day to go. Tomorrow afternoon I will be my own person, my own boss. Will it ever get here?
“Lord, what’s wrong with my expectations? You think they’re unrealistic? Really? I’m not going to go off and do anything goofy. I promise. It’s just that I want to be treated like an adult. I want my parents to treat me as an equal.”
Today’s the day, diary. In a couple hours I’m going to…what? What am I going to do? Yikes! I need to ask the Lord to slow things down. I can’t believe it’s time to go already.
“Halle, unlock this door. Quit dragging your feet in there. It’s time to go, NOW.”
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