A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Time to Change

When it’s time to change, then it’s time to change 
Don’t fight the tide, come along for the ride, don’t you see
When it’s time to change, you’ve got to rearrange
who you are into what you’re gonna be.
Sha na na na, na na na na na, sha na na na na
Sha na na na, na na na na na, sha na na na na

Do you remember that one episode of “The Brady Bunch” where Peter’s voice starts to change and he’s left with this awful sounding screech of a noise during the recording of the song, “Time to Change?”

The song a Time to Change was probably one of the more interesting songs that the Brady’s ended up recording, but the message of everything eventually having to change whether you like it or not resonated with the pre-teens suffering through the awkward transitions of puberty, and it taught everyone else a thing or two about how to deal with the changes that go on in their lives. After encouraging words from his folks, Peter overcame the odd changes messing with his voice and the gang was still able to record the album for that episode.

Right now I find myself in Peter’s shoes—I mean I’m not going through puberty or anything—but I find my life going through some interesting changes.

Recently, one of my roommates left the apartment to study abroad in London for a quarter. Her leaving left a vacant spot, which I swear a vampire has taken due to this girl only ever really being seen when its dark or when the sun goes down, and the vibe of the place went from a 24-hour-disco to a creepy dungeon at the bottom of an extremely haunted mansion.

Questions like, what are your plans after your undergraduate studies, where are you planning on living, and why are you so strange become even more important as my to-do-list of classes left for my bachelor’s degree shrink as I’m a little closer to reaching the end.

The thing is, change is coming whether I want it to or not, but like Peter’s situation, the change that’s breaking into my home like a crazed robber on crystal meth is difficult to adjust to. I know eventually I will get used to dealing with the vampire living in my old roommate’s area, and I’ll find an efficient method for getting through my ridiculous load of classes. I guess for now I just have to chill, carry a wooden stake and a cross with me, and just take one day at a time.

2 responses

  1. You got this babe!! 20 units and the future is nothing to you!

    Not exactly what you were trying to get across in this post, but you get the idea, lol :p


    January 6, 2012 at 5:48 PM

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