May 28th. That was my last day ever setting foot in Milford High School. Every year when the seniors graduate Milford would have a walk out were you clap for all the seniors as they make their final depart out the high school doors. It’s normally a full hour filled with tears, crying, and painful goodbyes. It’s like a soap opera on steroids. However, it certainly wasn’t for me. You didn’t have to drag me out of my “beloved school” all “teary eyed”, begging to stay “just one more year.” Instead, I got the hell out there as fast as I could!
I wasn’t a big fan of high school. To me it resembled a prison. When the bell rang all the “inmates” (students) could move from one “prison cell” (classroom) to another. All the inmates had a scheduled lunch period and if you misbehaved you were even sent to the principles office for solitary confinement. You could even compare high school clicks with prison gangs. OK, that may be a little dramatic, but it did feel that way at times.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't s some weirdo in high school. I was athletic, pretty, and had a lot of friends from all different clicks. I just didn't enjoy adolescence as much as most kids did. I just wanted to move on to the real world.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't s some weirdo in high school. I was athletic, pretty, and had a lot of friends from all different clicks. I just didn't enjoy adolescence as much as most kids did. I just wanted to move on to the real world.
When I was in the fifth grade a student in my class asked my teacher why we were learning a certain subject and the teacher responded, “Because we have to.” The student went on to question why and the teacher said, “Because, its our curriculum and its going to prep you for learning in college.” PREP me for learning for college? So everything I ever did in twelve years of public schooling was only to prepare me for the real word? Believe me, I was MORE than ready to leave the small domain of Milford, and get out there to take on the world.
Finally, I can sit here and say all that prep work is over. I am in the real world now. I’m a college student at Michigan State University. And what can I say; this newfound world of freedom is everything I asked for and more!
My mom was of the first generation in our family to EVER go to college. However, she never left home. She resided at home, with her parents, worked, and over time gradually made it to her degree. At 26, she moved out of her parents and in with my father. Mom has never lived on her own, or had the freedom and independence that women of my generation and I are lucky to have.
My mom was of the first generation in our family to EVER go to college. However, she never left home. She resided at home, with her parents, worked, and over time gradually made it to her degree. At 26, she moved out of her parents and in with my father. Mom has never lived on her own, or had the freedom and independence that women of my generation and I are lucky to have.
This blog is going to help document my voyage, and my encounters (good and bad), as a new found independent WOMEN in college. For those of you actually reading this blog you will be able to live with me, all of my mistakes, glories, breakthroughs, and crossings of self-discovery.
– Kate
