#glenoak

So I got out of bed today after another sleepless night, and I realized that I'm not just a Glen[j]Oak graduate, but I'm finally an adult. And while I'm reveling in this wonderful feeling, I'm walking down to the kitchen to get something to eat. On my way, I got stopped by my mother who preceded to tell me that because I'm an adult now, I should start acting like one.

Wait, what?

I've acted far older than my physical age would indicate for as long as I can remember. I don't drink, smoke or do drugs. I don't stay out all night and always make sure my parents know exactly where I am, even though they really don't care. I've kept my grades up and traveled abroad and lived on my own.

Now, I know that I'm not paying bills and I don't have a job, but I've always managed my money. I know I'm not raising a family, but I'm taking care of myself.

What exactly am I doing that doesn't qualify me as a an adult?

My dumbfounded expression led to being told that I'm in for a real treat in college when I don't have my mother and father to bail me out of trouble and do everything for me.

I'm sorry, what trouble have I been into? And what exactly is it you do for me now? I have a room in this house that I don't pay rent for (yet). And that's about it.

What is it about me that everyone automatically assumes I'm going to fail, or that I'm incapable at surviving on my own?

Newsflash! I'm my own person. I have a brain that I use to the best of my ability. I can cook well enough to sustain myself, I know how to do laundry and I have a savings account. I'm going to college in three months, not prison.

So needless to say, my mood was killed. And while everyone else is sad about graduating, and freaking out about the people they'll miss, I'm counting down the days that I'm out of here.

Sure, there are a few people I'll genuinely miss, and I can count the number of people on less than 2 full hands. But I know I'll keep in contact with them, because I want to.