Choices – Takoda Poindexter

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“Come on, Judy aren’t you going to pick? You only have a day left to choose what you want to do with the rest of your life. You’ve had all summer to think it out, why hesitate now?” Logan tapped his foot on the tiled floor, waiting for Judy to choose her career path.

“I can’t decide today. I’m so sorry that I need more time to choose my destiny than you do. I don’t want to make the wrong choice and be miserable all my life. Art or Literature?”

Why would the government make us choose ONE area to study in for the rest of our lives? Shouldn’t they encourage us to have curiosity about other fields of study?

“Well, if you can’t decide today, then let’s go before our parents begin to worry. You know as well as I do they’ll be unhinged if we’re a minute late. We both have chores to do and homework to start, but we’re still on for playing Choices at eight, right?”

 Judy dropped the pencil and watched it roll off the sheet of paper. “Right!” she exclaimed, “we’re still on to play the game.”

 Logan and Judy walked home together every day up to the intersection at Frolic Street and Agreim Street. It was where they always said their goodbyes. Judy stopped midway and gazed up at Logan. “What if this is the last time we get to see each other? Or we go off to a different school next year and we can’t enjoy nice walks together like this?”

 “Nah, we’ll probably be at the same school. We’ll still walk together. Why do you have to be such a downer sometimes!? Hurry up and go finish your chores and homework so we can play Choices. Text me when you’re finished.” Before Judy could respond, Logan was sprinting toward his house and out of sight.

But…what if I want to choose a different path?” Judy stood a moment staring down both streets.

  Art or Literature? Which one am I most passionate about?

They had both walked the same path every day, until the two streets were divided by the intersection. Now they took two different paths to their homes. One road separating into two, and Logan had already chosen his destiny.

Judy kept pondering which subject was most appealing all throughout her chores. Whenever she took a break she would stare up at the ceiling, studying the ridges, deep in thought.

 I love to read, but I feel like nothing is in the way when I draw. Logan chose literature, but I have to choose art…

Her heart thumped loudly, as though the whole world could hear the beats scream for her passion, yet no one knew except her. As she sat down to do her homework, a shower of salty tears sprayed her notebook paper.

 Why can’t I do both? Why does it have to be one or the other? I know Logan wouldn’t be angry with me, that he’d respect my decision. I don’t want to have to say goodbye, or change my life.

  She flipped her phone and began texting Logan.

  I’ve finished my homework, let’s play.

   Judy unraveled the controller and slid the game into the disk reader.

 “Choices are made every day,” she thought to herself, “but life changing choices only come every so often. Friendships last a life-time, and if you were my friend you would understand.” Judy loaded the start screen and began to play with her friend.

The next morning at school, Judy walked in front of the sign-up sheet before Logan was present.

“I hope I choose the right path for me,” she breathed as she signed her name on the art list.

 “Judy?” Logan’s voice floated to the front of the room. “It’s about time you chose! So what did you pick?”

 Judy twisted around and managed a sad smile.  Whether he liked it or not, she felt she had chosen the right path for her.

Takoda Poindexter is a student at Virginia Western Community College


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