I Have a Dream

     Four years ago, I took my first steps through the double doors of Princess Margaret. Four years ago, I began my journey into the abyss that is high school. My life went from watching Hannah Montana every day after school, to studying, to working, to rehearsing every single day. My life completely changed.

     Since high school has begun, I have initiated a collection of dreams.

     For starters, I have a dream that rather than spending my evenings struggling with the force of writers block, coming up with cheesy writing assignments for English class, I can be completely honest in my assignments; and tell you that I would much rather be discussing Pretty Little Liars plot twists in my jogging pants than trying to invent dreams worthy of a speech.

     I dream of weekends where I can fully relax and enjoy dinners with my family, and not be conjugating Spanish verbs between bites.

     I dream of a day where my 95.2% will be enough. Where I don't obsess over getting enough volunteering done, to prove to universities that I am a well rounded person. Where I don't obsess over getting that extra 0.8% in a class. Where I can fill my mind with thoughts other than history facts and synonyms. Where I can worry about things other than how high my GPA is.

     Will I get into university without knowing how to graph polinomnials?
     Will I be able to break down these walls of intellect, and for one class, one hour, one minute, not worry about what "shortly" means according to UVic and Canada Post?
     Will Mrs Grant kill me if I forget another line?
     Will she really, in the end, make me wear that dreadful hot pink wig?

     I dream of a day that I have dreams worthy of a speech. Of a day that my dreams grow to be as bold, as inspiring, as significant as those of Martin Luther King Jr. Of a day that my dreams are worthy of a national holiday.

     But for now, I dream a different kind of dream: Inner peace and money for Starbucks. I dream that the voices in my head will cease to debate: do I buy that Mustang Egger or do I save every dollar, every penny, and buy that perfect prom dress for that perfect night?

     I wish for day that I am not working for minimum wage and can afford some of my bigger dreams. Like the hundreds of shoes on my list or that plane ticket to Europe.

     I wish for a day where I don't waste time worrying about what my future holds, what I can do to perfect every project that I work on, and what my next scholastic step is. That I can be true to myself and give myself the spontaneous, adventurous life style I have always craved.

     I especially wish that Mr Van Camp will grasp the importance of this speech, not only for semester 1 English, but for my entire scholastic career; and will help me reach my wish of a golden 96% average shining bright in my hands as I hold my report card on November 8th.

     My name is Giorgia Ricciardi and I have many wishes. I wish that one day some of my more trivial dreams will be fulfilled, and I will allow myself to follow the dreams that continuously grow inside of me. I wish that I will allow myself to free the worries that anchor me down to the ground everyday. I truly wish that when that day comes, I too will be standing before crowds of people, inspiring others to dream as large as I do.