Sunday, May 26, 2013
You might be a 'grown up' if...
1. Have more than 3 keys on your keychain. Scratch that: Need a keychain.
2. Gone to medical appointments alone.
3. Gone grocery shopping and payed.
4. Know how to cook more than ramen and pbandj.
6. Babies become cute, not drooling dumpling people.
7. Have multiple plastic cards in your wallet.
8.Understand and fiercely grammer-nazi the difference between "you're" and "your"
9. Know when to say "Whom" but choose to say "Who" anyway because "Whom" sounds like Shakespeare making owl sounds.
10. Now take interest in "old people" hobbies like gardening and documentaries.
11. Cleaning, and not because someone told you to.
12. Holding intellectual discussions about politics, regardless of whether you understand what you're saying or not.
13. Go to bed before 10 o'clock.
14. You shower daily. Shower at all, really.
15. Being able to tell if an article of clothing is wrinkled or not.
16. Having the impulse to buy candles by the dozens and lighting them for ambiance when people visit.
17. Getting a cold doesn't mean you get to stay at home and watch "Blue's Clues" and drink sprite all day.
18. Thanksgiving in no longer about eating as much food as possible but about not overdoing it.
19. Christmas isn't the season where you get loads of presents but when you go bankrupt buying loads of presents.
20. Understand the historical significance of the 4th of July.
21. Can buy your own pop rocks and superglue.
22. Choose to watch kid's movies not because you're a kid but because you know they're better.
23. "What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up" becomes "Where Do You Want To Retire Some Day?"
24. When your realize 40 isn't ancient.
25. You call grown-ups by their first names.
26. Learning is a desire, not a duty.
27. You exercise.
28. Fast Food begins to taste less and less appetizing.
29. Have a viable love life. And your love interests aren't fictional characters.
30. Eat whats good for you, not what you want. And think about calories.
31. Thought about wrinkles and how to avoid them.
32. Appreciate classical music.
33. Have bills.
34. Have multiple important documents that aren't playing cards of any kind.
35. Own more than 1 pair of sensible shoes.
36. You have "real clothes" and "comfortable clothes".
37. You've mourned a loved one, and i'm not talking about a dropped ice cream cone.
38. You stop being a part of your parent's religion and begin experiencing God one-on-one.
39. You've bought appliances.
40. Knowing you'll never fully, truly, grow up.
Peter Pan Syndrome,
Monday, May 20, 2013
After 12 groaningly-long years of word problems out the wazoo, finger-cramping essays, and more time pulling all-nighters than sleeping as a whole....you'd think i'd break into an impromptu musical number a la HSM movies with a full team of back-up dancers and pyrotechnics. But instead, i'm at a standstill. A part of me, of course, is frothing at the mouth in relief and excitement. Another part of me is sitting quietly at a crossroads, or standing on the sheer edge of a cliff, knowing I can't go back and its time to take the leap of faith. And so, I ponder. A friend and I were talking about it earlier and agreed graduating from high school is rather like being a kite or balloon finally released into the air: wild, independent, but at the hands of the wind's whims and without anchor. Freedom has it's price. And balloons are easily popped.
Saying goodbye to my peers, people who've I've toiled side-by-side with for years, is rather like saying my goodbyes in preparation for my impending death, to put it morbidly. Teary eyes and last goodbyes and hugs. A LOT of hugs. Hugs from close friends. Hugs from not-so-close-friends. Hugs from people I know and people I've only waived to in passing. Hugs from total strangers I don't think I go to school with. Suddenly, everyone's your best friend. And everything, I mean EVERYTHING, becomes nostalgic. That sink in the bathroom that always sprays up so it looks like you wet your pants? The water fountain that burbles milky water and everyones afraid to drink? (I seems so far i've developed a deep emotional connection with the plumbing.) And that chalkboard that always screeches horribly, the cockroaches, that funny "science room smell" that is likely toxic to humans after extended exposure? Good times, good times.
As I am now 18 and, in the eyes of the law, an "adult", it feels rather like playing dress up. I've got the costume, I'm in character, I know my script; but on the inside I'm still that same little girl in her Phocohontas PJs, sitting at my bedroom window on a steamy summer night singing nonsensical songs in harmony with the cicadas for all the sleeping neighborhood to hear. Ahem, *was* sleeping neighborhood to hear.
Its a really strange feeling, for the first time in 12 years, to not know where i'll be next summer. I used to expect every year to be generally the same, only with progressively more difficult classes. Now? The skies the limit. I could be travelling the world: eating pizza in Italy, being an exotic hermit in Hawaii, speeding around Corfu, Greece on a vespa. However, when you factor in a student's part time job earnings, my exotic locales are narrowed down to pitching a tent and roasting marshmallows in the Wallmart parking lot, living for a few days hidden away in the clothes racks of Khols surviving on trail mix, or spending a night camping out in the jungle gym of the nearest park, Katniss-style.
All in all, however, I learned a lot in High School. How to make a 7 ft. pinata globe, how to raise my grade from a C to an A in a week, how to stay awake all night, how to sound like I know what i'm writing about in an essay, that vocabulary = money, Benjamin Franklin was a pervy old creep, and that I never want to read Moby Dick again. Ever. As a shoutout to those in my life who got me this far i'd like to thank my parents, my friends, God, and his lesser known saints, Wikipedia and Google.
Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand,
Hannah the "Adult"