Sunday, September 11, 2011

What up, real world?

The real world hit me almost 3 weeks ago when the dental surgeon knocked me out with his malicious needle in arm and stole no less than four of my teeth.
Maybe that's a little dramatic.
The real world hit me almost 3 weeks ago when I woke up sobbing after having my wisdom teeth out. What? I don't get to have fun and continue to live like it's summer for the rest of my life? What?
They didn't even give me good pain killers. All I got was oversized IB profen. I could have just overdosed on tylenol. I wanted Lortab dammit.
The real world popped up again when that Wednesday my dad sold the business. It's a silly thing to stress me out, but now, we've got all we'll ever have. What if something horrible happens and we lose all our money and I don't get to go to college? What if the insurance company decides I'm too poor a driver to ensure and the company can't absorb the price of a teen driver anymore? What if the US government defaults on it's currency and all we've got is the house? I want to go to college.
The real world hit me again when I realized I had a summer reading book heavy enough to be a dumbbell that I hadn't cracked the spine on. So I read it. I read all the parts I wanted to, and I read all the parts I didn't want to, but was expected to.
The real world knocked again when I woke up before 7 to go get on a bus so I could go to the Great Salt Lake to row a boat. I hadn't done that in 18 months. And then the real world ran me over when I remembered how hard rowing a boat can be. Funny how easy I remember it being. Maybe someday I'll feel that way about Kili.
The real world made it's final entrance into my life when I put on my uniform last Tuesday. My last first day of school. In 96 days, I could know where I'm going to college. Or I could know where I'm not going to college. Fingers crossed for the latter. This year, I'm only taking classes I want to. It's the best schedule I've ever had. Right now, my calc class is my favorite one. Still not sure how that's possible. And, unfortunately, I think the real world might be here to stay. In fact, my world will keep getting more and more real. But I think that's okay, because I'm surrounded by wonderful, sometimes inspirational people who love me and who I couldn't live without, and because even though sometimes it doesn't seem so, the future is bright.
Yesterday, one of my 56 amazing classmates brought up a wonderful Churchill quote, "Now, this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

The real world and I are going to get along just fine.

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