Classes start on Wednesday. At times I get these panic attacks (although they aren’t panic attack by definition but I can’t think of another name for them) during which I realize this is my last two years of school, and after this I must “grow up”.
Even though my parents tell me I can always move back in with them after school is over, I really don’t want to. Who would, ya know? I mean yes it would be the easy way out, a return to the world I knew before, secure and comfortable..but it would totally stunt my growth as a person and I’d never experience all that I need to in order to make it in this world without them.
The more I think about it the more frightened I become. I feel like school is a safe haven for me, like since I am here I am following a path. I think that is the reason why I have thought about careers in teaching…to stay in the whole school aspect of life, so I don’t have to enter the job market.
Although I know that there are a lot more jobs out there that don’t involve wearing pumps, stockings, and suits to work I just can’t imagine them making money for me. Then again I know nothing about everything, if that makes any sense at all.