I always feel the need to include a disclaimer when this happens, but I cried while writing this column.<\/p>\n
I had to step away from the computer and lie down on the couch to decompress for a while. Why? I\u2019ve been attempting to juggle job searching on top of my classwork, and it\u2019s ridiculously hard to say in the least.<\/p>\n
A prerequisite to searching for jobs is deciding what kind of work you want to do, and I can\u2019t even figure that out. I have so many interests that I can\u2019t possibly pick just one as a career. I don\u2019t feel comfortable committing to anything right now, yet I need to convince somebody to pay me money in exchange for my labor, like, right now.<\/p>\n
I just don\u2019t feel grown up enough to be doing these kinds of things. I\u2019ve been the same height since I was 10 years old, so I often just feel like a little child doing adult tasks. I feel like I\u2019m playing pretend, that I\u2019ve put on my mom\u2019s clothes as a costume and I\u2019m writing a made up investigative story about my Bratz dolls getting in a fight on one of those small memo notebooks.<\/p>\n
One thing that has always soothed my soul in times such as this is music, and one line from a certain song really puts everything in perspective.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s take a trip down memory lane, shall we? Specifically at the beginning of my senior year of high school, when a letter was sent to my house about the insufferable senior pictures and quotes. I don\u2019t like getting my picture taken (a trait I picked up from my grandmother) but I would have rather taken a bad photo than face the embarrassment of not having one in the yearbook. My family couldn\u2019t afford much, so we went to the cheapest photo studio around. You get what you pay for, and they turned out to be really cheesy (more like rotten bleu cheese), but I just remember being really mad that the photographer didn\u2019t edit out my terrible shoulder acne. I ended up picking the one with the best view of my glorious emo bangs and put a really thick filter on it.<\/p>\n
As for my senior quote, I initially didn\u2019t have anything in mind. I\u2019ve always found inspiration from the words of others, so I knew I wanted to include one, but there had never been one up to this point that really stood out to me.<\/p>\n
I listened to all of my favorite songs hoping I would find something worth attaching my legacy to, and in the end, I chose a line from the bridge of the song \u201cHoodie Weather\u201d by the pop-punk band The Wonder Years. I chose it because it referenced growing up, and I thought it sounded prophetic. And I thought choosing a song lyric made me look really, really cool. \u201cGrowing up means watching my heroes turn human in front of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
It\u2019s said that Dan \u201cSoupy\u201d Campbell, lead vocalist and lyric writer for the band, wrote this line in reference to the band New Found Glory. He had grown up listening to and practically worshiping this great pop-punk group, and now he was touring with the same people he looked up to as a kid. He formed personal relationships with some of his heroes and came to realize that they were just regular humans.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know exactly how or why, but this obscure song lyric that I haphazardly chose a little over four years ago helped me relax a little bit. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve completely reached adulthood yet, and that\u2019s okay, but I do think I am at least in the process of growing up.<\/p>\n
Recognizing that the people I idolize had to go through the exact same situation I\u2019m struggling with brings me an immense sense of comfort. One day I will wake up and feel completely content with the life I\u2019ve made for myself. I\u2019ll look around at my peers and know that I\u2019ve finally made it to where I want to be. It won\u2019t be tomorrow, but it will be some day. I have no clue what it\u2019ll look like, but it\u2019s a day that I definitely look forward to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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