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Saturday August 07, 2004 Class of '05
College countdown: 14 days.

Today was a lot of fun! Pat went home at 10, got some stuff done, went to lunch with Vicki and David, messed around a bit, came home, got a bit more done, headed out to class of '05 get-together thing. It was great, actually, seeing Kyle Karlson and Amyn again. I'm so full now though... but the brownie and ice cream were so good!!! Yep yep yep. This was my first time driving alone to Chandler mall and back. Sad, no? Eh, whatever, driving is just driving now.

Edit: That kinda brings me to another thing that's bothering me. I don't feel like I fit in anywhere. I mean, the class of '05... my class (if I hadn't graduated early).... they're all so different from me. They take risks, do things... I'm not saying it's bad! I mean, it's normal! Teenagers party... experiment with some things... whatever. But me.... I don't feel like I fit in. I don't like parties. I don't want to drink. I don't like being out at night. I'm not interested in the same things, the same music, the same clothes, the same games. I don't understand half the things they do or say... I can't connect to things they're writing about or complaining about. These are people I went through high school with... my friends... but they've all matured.... and I havn't. I'm still living in my little world of innocence and happiness... oblivious to the real world that everyone else lives in. In a way, I feel like I'm a fourteen-year-old stuck in a seventeen-year-old's body. I guess that's why I gravitate toward the class of '06 so much... I mean, three of my closest friends are in that class... I'm pretty much on their mailing list instead of my class'... and Amanda is younger so she ecentially is in that class. But I don't fit in there either. I'm too old... I mean, dammit, I'm heading off to college in 14 days! I'm going to be an adult now! I don't know... but I'm afraid. I feel alienated from pretty much every social group... and I'm forced to form my own little group with the few people who DO understand me. I dunno... I'm afraid it's going to get worse. I mean, right now, I have people younger than me I can hang around... make friends with. People who are the same mental age as me. But next year, I will be the youngest, surrounded by eighteen-year-olds with the minds of eighteen-year-olds. Older than me, more mature than me.... "normal" teenagers. What the hell am I going to do? I'm scared.... I really am. I'm still immature! I'm not ready for this! To be on my own all the time.... make all my own decisions... I'm not ready to grow up, but I have to. ...And that scares me, it really does.

...Why couldn't I be mentally handicapped instead so I get held back a lot and my grade level matches the age I feel?

...I hate this.

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