My roomate and I went and saw "17 Again" tonight. I'll be honest (if you haven't figured it out yet I'm generally all about the honesty) before tonight I wasn't all on board the Zac Efron train. Now I'm riding in the engine car.
Efron made that movie. The storyline was nothing new (if you haven't seen "Big" shame on you). The other actors were hit or miss (Thomas Lennon was hilarious, but I could have done without Michelle Trachtenberg). Zac made a teenie bopper role into a serious display of acting. I, along with the other women in the audience, were all ready to jump out of our seats and through the screen to get at him.
The movie itself, as with others of its genre, got me to thinking. As I sit here, stomach turning in knots waiting on a phone call that will determine my future, I ponder: If I had it all to do over again would I want to be 17 again? Do I have regrets? Sure. Who doesn't? But I'm not sure I'd ever want to go back. Even now on the verge of graduation, I don't think I'd want to do it all again. It's not about the destination, it's the journey. I've had one hell of a journey. This week I've had to close a chapter in my life I truly loved, but who knows...maybe the next chapter will be even better.
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