Source: Valley Roadrunner

The Jaguarsí Spot

by Alina Gonzalez

March 20, 2014

Life lessons tend to come at us at the most random times, donít you agree?

I had one this Saturday at approximately 12:20 p.m.

Sitting in room 1310 at Fullerton College I was discouraged with the fact that my scene had been bumped towards an earlier time slot. Kelsey and I were still waiting on Mr. Ward and Katie Leclerc to show up for our scene and they didÖright after we finished it.

Being polite we stayed to watch the other scenes. I wasnít too keen with the group setting up because if they hadnít asked to go later, Katie would have seen our scene in time. My perspective of them quickly changed as their scene started.

Performing Mark Harvey Levineís ďLA 8 a.m.,Ē they made me cry. The five-minute scene set up a situation that really made me reevaluate life.

Let me brief the story for you. The scene starts out with two narrators and the mains. We quickly discover that Kevin reduces things to numbers. Heís eaten fruit loops x amount of times and likes the comfort of numbers. Paige doesnít believe life is that simplistic. She likes chaos, she embraces it.

They fight about the fruit loops. Paige questions if Kevin is the man sheíll spend the rest of her life with. Kevin questions how many fights heíll have with Paige. They kiss, reluctantly. Kevin eats his fruit loops as she leaves for work.

Kevin was the man sheíd spend the rest of her life with because Paige dies on her way to work. That was their last fight and that was Kevinís last bowl of fruit loops because he will forever associate the phone call with that taste. That too, was their last kiss.

The scene really got to me because we donít really know when our last bowl of cereal or fight or kiss will be. We only have so many spoons to hold and words to say and love to show.

We have people who disappear from our group of friends and we donít know when itíll be our last day with them. We donít know when weíll hear a song for the last time because it loses its popularity.

We have sent numbers, like how many days weíll be in high school or how many minutes weíll spend in a math class.

I have thirteen columns and 58 days left as a senior at VCHS. Thatís two school dances, one drama production, one film festival, and approximately 1,555,200 seconds left with the Jags of 2014.

This is what I thought about as I clapped for those kiddos and wiped away the tears streaming down my face as I sat in room 1310 at Fullerton College at approximately 12:28 p.m.

I walked out of that room ready to make the most of the moments that will tick by in life.

It was my last of four Fullerton theatre festivals and I was going to make the most of it. I had handed out over a thousand chocolate kisses in the past three years. I competed in monologue, scene, and theatre games, and even won the drama challenge by getting over fifty numbers one year. And it was time to face the end of that chapter of my life.

Itís hard, ya know, when the last times tick by but itís also beautiful. We donít know when itíll be the last time we do anything, Jags. When our final countdown of numbers hits zero or when our friends and loved ones do.

What I do know is that we have now. We can go ahead and take those ricks that make our heart flutter and try a new thing. We can eat fruit loops and kiss passionately and fight a little, we can do a lot and make the most of the final 1,555,200 seconds as seniors and many more seconds and minutes for juniors and sophomores and freshman.

Life can be reduced to numbers but that doesnít mean we have to ignore the beautiful chaos of it all.