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What High School Never Taught Me

The art of being thrown into adulthood

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Molly Gubbels, Entertainment Editor

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Eleven days. Eleven short days stand between me and the satisfaction that, after four years of blood, sweat and especially tears, I will be moving on to college. An approximate 1,460 days have passed in preparation for the night that I receive my diploma and head confidently into the unknown world of collegiate studies. I wish that I could say I was ready, but in all honesty, I’m petrified. Four years have taught me the importance of good literature and how to survive on minimal sleep, yet I will soon be tossed into a sense of adulthood that I was never taught to handle.

When I was growing up, I remember my hardest decisions ever involved what my favorite color would be on any given day. However, with this next adventure in life comes the promises of taxes, insurance and endless nights of ramen noodle consumption. My future finances already belong to college and other means of staying alive, and after lectures about the war in Vietnam, I have still never been taught how to manage outside of high school.

I am not a woman built for the trials and tribulations of adulthood. This can be easily evidenced by the fact that up until a few months ago, I was incapable of making box macaroni and cheese on my own. While we’re learning how to describe a meal in Spanish, no one is teaching us how to create dishes that don’t come in cans with artificial flavoring.

Culinary struggles, however, are the least of my worries. Student loans and the promise of an apartment in the near future are breathing down my neck, yet our required classes still don’t include anything pertaining to finances and how to deal with them. We doze off and daydream about a future we don’t know how to live in all while being bombarded with the impossible memorization of endless formulas and equations.

High school, though it may not have always been my favorite experience, has taught me how to release my creativity and make a difference. My only regret lies within the simple fact that it never truly taught me how to adult.

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