I’ve been listening to Jimmy Eat World’s "The Middle" a lot. It’s
a song from my middle school years, when my musical predilections were
different (read: generally unbearable to look back on now). One day, though,
the song came on while I had my iPod on shuffle, and now I’m actively playing
it over and over again.
I think even in middle school, I recognized the sort of manufactured,
clichéd quality of the lyrics, which include lines like—
“Just try your best./Try everything
you can.”
Obviously, the song’s title also
pops up: “It just takes some time, little girl./You’re in the middle of the
ride.”
Never had I sought any deeper meaning in the song beyond its
catchy tune, and it’s not that I’m now deciding it’s meaningful, exactly. I’m
just also caught in the middle of what I’ve told everyone is a form of limbo—the
year before I start living. Sometimes, in the middle of drudgery, I forget this
(“this” being everything around me) is transient and that beyond having to do
things as tedious as internal assessments or outlining chapters out of a
textbook is years ahead of doing whatever I want. Maybe I’m actually supposed
to be looking back with more forgiving eyes, now that the termination of my
high school career is nearing. In reality, I am so not nostalgic.
Katherine Fang
Editor-in-chief
Bellaire High School--Three Penny Press
Bellaire High School--Three Penny Press
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