A few weeks ago I was talking to a guy that I work with who is a couple years younger than me, I was asking him how school was going and when he would be graduating. He told me that he was in his third year and could not wait to be done. He asked me what it was like to be all done. This got me thinking. I remember being in third year and only having one year to go and then freedom, pure freedom and real life awaited. This also scared the shit out of me. Like everything school needed to end so I could see what the rest of the world was like.
I told him that it was nice to not have to worry about writing papers, or study for tests anymore. There was no real stress in my life other than not being able to find a decent job and move out after a year of being out of school. Then I told him that holidays kind of lose meaning after being out of school. Not that I hate spending time with my family but I work right through them and they are just a day off. When I was in school I longed for Christmas break because that meant two weeks off, no school work to worry about and during those two weeks I got showered with gifts due to Christmas and then party like there was no tomorrow for New Years. Now that I am not in school, I know that there is no two week break, I get Christmas day off, New Years Day off and back to work. I think that it was the first Christmas ever that I was not that excited that it was Christmas.
Even with Easter being this weekend, I wasn’t excited or thrilled as I used to be when I was in school. I went with my parents to my grandma’s yesterday. Since she moved into an apartment it was small and we were all sitting in her living room for much of the day. Thank God we took my dog with us; it let me excuse myself to take her out for a walk and a pee every couple of hours. I walked around the town that I was unfamiliar with and got to see different sights. Then I would return and sit in the chair and listen to grownup boring conversation.
My friends were texting me telling me all about their dinners and how much food they were devouring while I was unsure that I was getting an Easter dinner. We ended up going to a diner for supper with my aunt that came over. Then we all went back to my grandma’s apartment and talked about religion until 9pm at which point we left.
Even though I did not get to have a fancy dinner, I got to spend time with my family. It may not be what I remember as a child as a great Easter but I guess that is part of growing up. You start to see things as not so magical. When one of my older friends used say “it’s just another day” when I asked how a holiday went, I used to feel sad for him, but now I get it.
So if I ever talk to that guy at work again I will tell him to enjoy school and all its breaks not to be so eager to get out into the real world, it’s not as magical as it may seem.