I turned 18 years old this month. According to many people’s definitions, I’m an adult. Legally, I can vote, buy cigarettes, and consent to sexual relationships. I can remember so clearly being a freshman in high school. It seems like yesterday, and yet it also seems so far away. It’s strange.
Sometimes I look back at the last five years of my life and feel like they happened in just a few weeks. I’m sure everyone has had this feeling before–you look back and wonder where all the time went, how everything happened so fast… How could you could have grown up so quickly and yet feel as if you haven’t changed at all?
I’ve had an unusual education. During my 9th grade year, I went… a little mad. It was not a happy place to be. I convinced my parents to allow me to leave traditional school to pursue other venues. During what would have been my 10th grade year, I did very little except read. Obsessively. And as soon as I turned 16, I took my GED and passed with high scores. That year, I took my first few college classes.
This fall, I’ll be starting my third year at my local community college. Had I stayed in high school, I would have been a senior last year. I never had a graduation ceremony, never went to prom, never had any of those normal high school experiences.
I can’t say I regret what I did. I enjoy college immensely. I no longer dread waking up each morning, and my grades have made a dramatic recovery. I’ve always loved learning, and I have that back now. Shortly after I left high school, my dad looked at me one day and said, with surprise, “You seem so happy now.” And I am, comparatively. At the risk of sounding melodramatic, I’m not sure I would have made it out of high school alive and sane.
But I still wonder if I made the right choice–if my parents made the right choice, letting me free. I want to get a Masters degree. I want to learn as much as I can, but I’m afraid I’ve shut off too many opportunities, because I never got my high school diploma, because I never took my SATs, because I’ve never been normal. Maybe if I’d have stayed in high school, I could’ve figured it out. Maybe I could’ve been happy without having to be so… different. I’ll never know, now.
I guess it’s just kind of a reality check, turning 18. Things seem more real now. I’ll most likely go away to a four-college the year after next, and with luck, I’ll have my bachelor’s degree in another two. I’ve led a very sheltered life. I’m a naturally shy and introverted person, and my parents… are not. Maybe they sheltered me too much. I’ve never had a job. I’ve been working on it, yeah, but they’re hard to find, especially when you’re timid, and I’m pretty timid.
I’m happy, most of the time, but the future seems so threatening sometimes. I don’t feel old enough for this–don’t feel old enough to make decisions that could effect me all my life. I doubt I ever will. Does anyone? I guess I was just cruising along before, in my happy little home-town community college classes that never gave me any trouble a little obsessive studying couldn’t fix. But now things are happening. I have to decide what college I want to attend, what career I want to purusue, what I want to major in. It’s scary.
I know this thread may seem a little self-centred, but I feel like I had to get all of this out, somehow. I know there are Dopers who’ve done unusual things here–people who can sympathize a bit, perhaps. And everyone can sympathize with teenage anxiety about the future to some degree, surely?
Any comments or reassurances would be most appreciated–and thanks for reading this little attack of narcissism. I feel much better now.