In the past week or so I’ve noticed a sudden influx of “back to school” commercials on TV. Stores remind us that we need to buy new clothes, shoes, notebooks, pencils, backpacks, etc. RIGHT AWAY BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE! Every time one of these ads plays, I start to make a mental shopping list of what I need to go back to school this year (coffee, extra hours of sleep, a stress ball) but then I catch myself. For the first time in nearly two decades, the “back to school” season doesn’t matter to me.
Whenever I think about the fact that from now on the end of August will be like the end of every other month, I’m overcome with a crazy quilt of emotions. First I think “haha kids, you have to get up early and ride the school bus and learn calculus.” Then I feel uneasy; I don’t know how to not be in school. It’s what I’ve been doing since I can remember! What’s life like when you don’t have to learn things and then spit them back to the teacher in various forms? It will be so weird to actually be done with my work when I leave the workplace instead of home being the main place and “free time” being the main time for working. Finally, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Leaving school and entering the “real world” is the ultimate sign of adulthood. Even though I can’t work until probably October at the latest, I’ve moved into the stage of life where you stop learning how to contribute to society and actually do it.
On my graduation day I felt a pang of sadness about not learning anymore. I love learning new things, which is probably the main reason I subjected myself to six years of university. Lucky for me, I can research practically anything I could ever want to learn on the internet, at the public library, or at one of the museum or university libraries nearby. Or I can just ask my boyfriend, the walking encyclopedia 😉 So cheesy conclusion of the day: even though I’m not actually going back to school this September, I’ve entered the school of life. Ahhhhh!