
We're thrilled to welcome today's guest post from 16-year-old Suzanna Hodges, budding photographer and niece of Shutter Sister Stephanie Roberts.
Hand-me-down cheerleading uniforms from the nineties craftily adjusted with safety pins. Late night milkshake runs and relished school night sleepovers. Playing online solitaire on outdated computers in Technology class. Rubbery chicken nuggets and soggy french fries. A reserved table at Waffle House where hot chocolate and raisin toast are passed from person to person. Sitting on the roof with my three best friends and sharing our biggest secrets and dreams about the future. Dissecting frogs in Chemistry and gossip sessions in the girls' bathroom about the cute new basketball coach. Packing a car full of girls in a vehicle driven by a newly licensed driver heading to celebrate. Being in a class full of the people you finger-painted with, the people you solved long division with, and the people with whom you will graduate.
I am a high school student who has anticipated leaving the mold of my small town since seventh grade. I’m just a girl who has dreamt of finally meeting new friends. A girl who is tired of the close-minded views and too conservative values of my southern town. I am the girl who has always been a little different from the rest of my classmates who plan to attend a close-to-home college and come right back home when they are finished. I’m the girl who gets crazy looks from my peers when I share my love for the city, my dreams of traveling, or my tolerance for certain practices or beliefs. I’m the strange girl who loves to write and take pictures – expressing my angst of growing up and capturing the essence of the life around me.
But I am also a high school student who is beginning to realize that the longing I have had since early adolescence is slowly being replaced by dread. Dread of leaving my Mama's reassuring arms and my Daddy's protective gaze. Dread of stepping outside my sheltered neighborhood and the tendencies of leaving back doors unlocked and windows cracked open. Dread of never again walking down the halls of the school that has guided me through every year of my life since kindergarten. Dread of leaving the overshadowed charm, class, and hospitality of a town I truly love. Dread of never seeing some of my twenty-six classmates after they don their caps and gowns and head out on their own paths into the future. Dread that is making me realize some of the same factors that push me to leave so badly are the same ones that call me to come right back home.
High school... sometimes it's all I can do to stop myself from packing my bags and leaving everything behind me. But whether I like to admit it or not, high school and my life here are a very big part of who I am. A part of me that I love with all my heart…
a part of me that will always be home.
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Do you have a young Shutter Sister in your life? Please introduce them to us in the comments so we can get a glimpse of life through their eyes and embrace them in our sisterhood.