MUSING OVER THE STRANGE SMELL EMITTING FROM MY DRINK
College. Though it's only a 2 syllable word, it sounds like a hurricane to the highschool senior. It really puts the phrase "so close, yet so far away" to justice, and makes it as tangible as it could possibly ever get.
College.
When we're young, we all can't wait to grow up, get the hell away from those who raised us, and all of there tedious notions and directions. It begins to look as though noone is thinking for themselves, because they're all too busy trying to think for you. But the closer we get, the more complex the feeling becomes. At times, we're impowered by the thought of being so close to starting our REAL life, the one that counts. The one where we are the only people responsible for our actions, ideas, and opinions. On the other hand, most all of us are at times petrified, considering we've never really known how difficult it is not to have someone to pay the bills, or to take us to the doctor, or even to buy the right medicane. The responsibuility comes as a fence out of nowhere in an endless feild, and, if you're not watching where you're going, you're more than likely going to run into it, and be stuck on that side for a while.
That seems very figurative, yes, but this is to say that if you don't try building up your responsibuility for yourself beforehand, you definantly aren't going to make it out of the city/town you're stuck in. Believe me, I've seen it happen too many times. Eventually, most everyone goes out on there own, and tries living independently for a while, but we all know at least half of them come back to the place they know all too well. The place that, years ago, they would have wished never to see again.
It's so strange, that is, the thought of not having your own room, in your own family's house, being across the hall from your very own ludic brother. I know for myself, that seems very appealing, but that is not to say that it doesn't seem odd.
It's Sunday already?!? Gah! I have to mow the grass! But, hey, when I go to college, it'll be a different story...
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