Macy Sliman, Staff Writer
There are seven weeks left until graduation. Seven weeks until some of us seniors are considered adults in the eyes of society and the old people at church. I will be out on my own, without the responsibility that comes with this student role. What am I going to do with my life?
Let’s be honest, I have no idea what I am going to do with the rest of my life. I have no desire to be an adult at this moment. The bills, the responsibility, the job interviews, all of it can wait. I will be in my couch cushion fort watching Disney movies and coloring in my coloring books. As you can see by my regressive behavior, I have come up with some alternative ideas to being an adult while coloring Princess Jasmine’s tiara.
There are several opportunities that I considered to put off becoming an adult. The first is a very popular, yet expensive, one. For many students or those in the professional field, graduate school is an option. With all the perks of being a student in your early to mid twenties, like not having to pay back loans until you stop going to school, grad. school is a gentler transition to the real world. However, it also has its down side of still having to go to school.
My next idea was to become a beach bum surfer. This is a great means of escape and caters mainly to the adventurous nomad. There is so much freedom in living on the edge of an unstable force of nature. Waves and the power of the sea can turn a glorious sunny day into a massacring hurricane. However, since I have a strong dislike for sand where sand should not be and a generous lack of surfing experience (none actually, I can barely swim) this option is not looking good for me.
Moving on, the third option is my favorite: move back in with your parents. This option comes with all the promise of not having to pay your bills, your mom doing your laundry again (which may be in everyone’s favor) and that ever tempting idea of renovating the basement to make your very own Batcave. Sadly, this option also comes with that pesky “adult that lives in their mom’s basement” stereotype.
However far from your situation that may be, it’s hard to shake the associations that come with returning home for too long. It also lessens the chances of you being in a serious relationship. For some strange reason, knowing mom and dad are right down the hall always seems to kill the mood.
If any of these plans sound appealing to you, then by all means, steal them. I have decided that I will not be using any of them. I will be an adult after graduation. I may not know where I am going or what I am going to be doing, but I do know that every little thing is gonna be alright. (Quite similarly to the song lyric you just sang as you read that line.) Anyway, good luck you adult, you. You are going to be just fine.