I have always found it ironic, in my mind, that high school graduates miss high school so much and are reluctant to leave home for college.
If you’ve ever seen the movie, “Big,” with Tom Hanks, you’ll probably remember the final scene of that movie when Josh (Tom Hanks) asks Susan (Elizabeth Perkins) if she wanted to go back, with him, to being 14 again. Clearly, Susan had no desire to go back with him. Kids who watch this movie will have no clue about the undertones that scream from this scene, while adults and viewers who are old enough to understand will be deafened by them. Adolescence sucked, and we all know it.
So, if high school graduates are well aware of how much adolescence was a downer, why are they so insistent on holding on to it? I realize that adult life is no easy task, and I am in no way prepared for it; however, I was more than happy to be done with high school. It did hardly anything good for me and I accepted (and embraced) college with arms wide open. It baffles me that graduates don’t want to go to college, be away and done with high school, and away from the drama, pressures, and rebellion (and hormones for that matter).
After my last final of my first semester of college, I will only have two more days out here before going back to my hometown. Needless to say, I’m not looking forward to it at all. It almost seems like…well, it does, seem like my hometown is nothing but negative energy. I spent a good majority of my time in my hometown and high school being alone and depressed. My weekends were spent in my room listening to music or practicing my instrument…sometimes writing music.
But, once I get out to college, this raincloud was gone. I had so many friends and acquaintances, my weekends were spent hanging out with friends, and I was finally enjoying myself. With only a few days left here until winter break, I sense myself feeling like that high schooler that doesn’t want to leave home…only, I don’t want to leave school. I can already feel the negative energy that followed me in my hometown and I don’t like it at all.
So, the way I look at is this: the more I try to busy myself with stuff and disregard the fact that my part-time job will never be exciting (or intellectually stimulating for that matter…gotta love HyVee), the more I’ll just think about school and how good I have it out there. I don’t mean to come off as a whiner or spoiled…I am more than willing to admit how good I have it all the way around. It just sucks when you can’t be happy being home.
