Im a junior and time seems to be running short... it does seem like only yesterday I was a freshman with 4 years to go before graduation (an eternity) along with college, but low and behold its already the end of the junior year with only one left. And man or man did this year fly by. Anybody else notice that? I really do hate to sound like a elder but jeeze... where did all the time go? I suddenly seem to have a serious lack of it. Any other highschoolers noticing this? Our English Teacher had us write a paper about what it means to be an adult. I found mine kinda funny and figured i would share it with ya. Hope you enjoy
What it means to be an Adult
How old does someone have to be to be considered an adult? Eighteen? Twenty-one? Even older? I personally think age helps define someone as an adult, but there is no set age or definition, of when one becomes an adult. If one narrows the relatively broad definition of the word “adult” down to a one word, succinct meaning, the word that best fits is “responsibility.” It seems that as people grow older, they gain and develop more and more of this thing people call “responsibility.” The carefree, youthful days of watching Big Bird, Elmo, Oscar, Cookie Monster and the rest on “Sesame Street” are long gone, as are mother’s ever present reminders about undone and forgotten chores.
It is the time for new adults (self-proclaimed or otherwise) to call their own shots with their own rules at their own pace. Choices such as where to create the new living arrangements, the daily nocturnal feeding of the family, tomorrow’s course of work and daily quarrels with the boss are all decided by the newly hatched adult. No longer is the ever-present maternal figure coaxing and urging (with a firm voice and even firmer hand) her child out of bed to the wonderful time-consuming school. Instead a small mechanical invention called the “alarm clock” signals the time to rise and shine to go sit behind the same desk, doing the same work, seeing the same people, day in and day out.
At the end of the day everyone lines up, single file, all eyes watching the clock hands creep by and just at the right second…Bam! Insert card, press button, and rush out the door to the waiting car. Good-bye Mr. Time Clock! But don’t worry, there is no mother waiting in the way to slow her grown child down. Instead there is the stereo typical short, fat, bald man with a rather annoying voice asking his employees to come in on Saturday to finish some “special” work he has for them.
But wait, doesn’t he look familiar? Suddenly it hits: it’s the same annoying guy that kept brownnosing to stay on top of the class. Remember? The one in middle seat of the front row? Whoever said life was fair needs a lobotomy! So this is adult-hood, the so-called personal freedom that people have been waiting for their entire childhood lives. It’s the time where each individual gets to control him or herself totally (excluding the IRS of course.) So honestly, what is the big rush to be an adult?
-: phenious :-
I feel like that, too.
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