✍ CURRENTLY WRITING FROM: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
My junior year is coming to a close… now comes the summer in which I will hear countless “Well, what college are you planning on going to?” and “What’s your GPA?” And I will grow tired and want to shoot every person who asks me that. You’d think they’d know better, those adults. Do you actually, honestly, genuinely think you’re the first adult to ask me what college I want to go to, or what I want to major in, or whether I want to “move far far away from your poor parents”? I am glad for those who are genuinely interested, although sometimes I find myself getting huffy with them, too. I can’t help it.
I had to write a personal essay, assessing how I’ve grown in my high school career and whether I think I’m ready for college. One of the prompt questions was “Do you think you’re making better decisions than you had in adolescence?” This got me thinking, how, as we grow up in high school, we’re constantly being reminded how we’re adults and we should start thinking and talking like adults. This leads most of us to believe we know many things. And when we’re told that we’re wrong, we get frustrated.
I’ve been reminded too often lately that I think I know it all. And I know that I most likely come off that way to adults, mostly my parents, so I don’t argue—I simply respond with a “I know I don’t know it all.”
In my mind, I’m acting and thinking like an adult now, so what is it that I am possibly doing wrong?
This thought grew much too big in my mind, leading me to become paranoid—when will I know everything? Will I ever get to the right amount of knowledge? What happens to those who know less than those who know the most in life? What do I need to know, then? What have I been learning these past few years in school that have been completely useless?
Then I felt a severe panic attack coming on, so I went outside to tend my peonies, which are growing at a beautiful rate!
Also I would like to add this fantastic piece of fantastic: The Great Gatsby trailer. I cried when I saw the thumbnail, cried throughout (who decided what music should be played in the trailer, I can’t decided whether they should be promoted or fired), and cried when it ended. Forward to 1:35 to hear the first “old sport” of many. Oh God I am so excited. One of my favorite books ever turned into what I hope will be one of my favorite movies.