Personal Choices and The Road Not Taken
When I read The Road Not Taken, I thought right away of the choice I made in high school not to study foreign languages. In the poem, the speaker makes his choice in either fall or spring - when the woods are yellow. I see both these seasons as times of new beginnings. In spring, everything new is growing. In fall (at least for students) it's the start of a new school year. I made my choice one fall when a guidance director told me I was not "college material" and recommended that I drop my French class. September should have been a beginning, but I saw it as an end to my dream for college. It's only now that I can begin to think it was-in a way - a beginning, too.
Dropping French was desirable because I didn't do well in languages, but taking a language was also desirable because you had to take a language to get into college. So, like the speaker in the poem, I made a choice between two possibilities-and just as the poem says, both these two choices had been made before by many people. As Frost says, "the passing there/Had worn them really about the same."
What really interested me about the poem is the way it says that "way leads on to way." Because I decided not to take a language to get into college, it altered the course of my life. After high school, I went to work at Sears, and at work I met my husband. So, working at Sears was what got me to meet that particular man. And marrying him, I had children (that were of course different from those I might have had if I married somebody else). I...