As of this recent Saturday, I've graduated high school. Yay! It's pretty bittersweet, though. Many of my friends and people that I've seen daily in school will no doubt drift away from me. Teachers won't be telling me where to go or what to do, I'll have to look for a job or two, and then there's college that I'll need to prepare for. I suppose that the teachers and professors there will be taking the place of the ones that I know and love, but it won't be the same.
After 12 1/2 years of school (not 13, I moved down from my home state in the middle of the kindergarten school year), I'm free. But I find myself not particularly jumping for joy. The way that I see it, there's really two options after high school: get a job or go back to school. There's also get a job and work until death or retirement.
I don't think that I'd feel so uncertain about working until I retire or die if money wasn't such a big thing in the world. If I had to farm for the rest of my life and support myself there, or be a librarian, then I'd have no ill feelings about working. But because this world runs on money and you can be shuffled from one job from another thanks to the necessary cold-bloodedness of the business scene, the thought that I'll even get used to it is far from my mind.
I suppose that it's the growing up part of life that graduating from high school reminds you of that I don't like.
--Ty
 Ty Gwynnia · Mon May 21, 2012 @ 04:35am · 0 Comments |
