I had a freakout on Saturday.
It went a little bit like this:"OHEMGEEEI'MASENIORANDIWON'TBEACHILDMUCHLONGERAND
I'LLHAVETOMOVEOUTOFTHENURSERYSOPETERPANWON'TBEABLE
TOESCORTMETONEVERLANDANYMORE
ANDI'LLHAVETOGROWUP."
Don't worry. If you didn't understand that, I'm totally going to explain.
So on Saturday, Keaton had his Boy Scouts eagle project. Between YCL meetings in the morning and a babysitting job in the evening, I wasn't able to help out. Therefore, many hours were spent at home alone, pondering.
I realized while I was pondering, that I am really REALLY graduating from high school in less than one year. In less than one year, I will be a certified cosmetologist. I will have a diploma. When I speak of high school, it will be in past tense. I will be an adult.
I will have to go out into the world and get a job. I will have to pay for college, as well as a car to get to college. I am lucky that I won't have house, phone, electricity, food bills to pay. Many of my friends won't be so fortunate.
I won't be in the Young Women program. I will join my mother, and many other mothers, in Relief Society, where I will not learn about preparing to make temple covenants, but to keep them and provide for a family. Or I will go to a Singles Ward, where everyone goes if they want a husband.
I will make major life decisions. I will choose a career to major in. I will decide where I'd like to live. I will begin looking for a husband. I will decide whether I will get married or go on a mission. I will decide whether to stay in the valley for university college or to venture out on my own. But I have to make these decisions myself. No one can make these ones for me.
As this all settled in my mind, I felt kind of sick. My childhood is coming to a close. I always told myself it would, but it seemed unrealistic for me to ever not be a child! I mean, I've never NOT been a child {obviousness}.
So, I freaked out and hyperventilated and all that jazz for five to ten minutes. Then it came to me.
High school has prepared me for this.
Seminary has prepared me for this.
Beauty school has prepared me for this.
Young Women has prepared me for this.
My mother has prepared me for this.
My whole life has been spent preparing, preparing, preparing for THIS.
Here I am. The preparation's been a fun time.
And in one year, I am going to show society how well I've prepared.
Watch out, world. I'm not scared of you.
{100 Years by Five For Fighting}
It went a little bit like this:"OHEMGEEEI'MASENIORANDIWON'TBEACHILDMUCHLONGERAND
I'LLHAVETOMOVEOUTOFTHENURSERYSOPETERPANWON'TBEABLE
TOESCORTMETONEVERLANDANYMORE
ANDI'LLHAVETOGROWUP."
Don't worry. If you didn't understand that, I'm totally going to explain.
So on Saturday, Keaton had his Boy Scouts eagle project. Between YCL meetings in the morning and a babysitting job in the evening, I wasn't able to help out. Therefore, many hours were spent at home alone, pondering.
I realized while I was pondering, that I am really REALLY graduating from high school in less than one year. In less than one year, I will be a certified cosmetologist. I will have a diploma. When I speak of high school, it will be in past tense. I will be an adult.
I will have to go out into the world and get a job. I will have to pay for college, as well as a car to get to college. I am lucky that I won't have house, phone, electricity, food bills to pay. Many of my friends won't be so fortunate.
I won't be in the Young Women program. I will join my mother, and many other mothers, in Relief Society, where I will not learn about preparing to make temple covenants, but to keep them and provide for a family. Or I will go to a Singles Ward, where everyone goes if they want a husband.
I will make major life decisions. I will choose a career to major in. I will decide where I'd like to live. I will begin looking for a husband. I will decide whether I will get married or go on a mission. I will decide whether to stay in the valley for university college or to venture out on my own. But I have to make these decisions myself. No one can make these ones for me.
As this all settled in my mind, I felt kind of sick. My childhood is coming to a close. I always told myself it would, but it seemed unrealistic for me to ever not be a child! I mean, I've never NOT been a child {obviousness}.
So, I freaked out and hyperventilated and all that jazz for five to ten minutes. Then it came to me.
High school has prepared me for this.
Seminary has prepared me for this.
Beauty school has prepared me for this.
Young Women has prepared me for this.
My mother has prepared me for this.
My whole life has been spent preparing, preparing, preparing for THIS.
Here I am. The preparation's been a fun time.
And in one year, I am going to show society how well I've prepared.
Watch out, world. I'm not scared of you.
{100 Years by Five For Fighting}
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