So one important thing you should know about me is that I'm twenty three. In some universe, that is supposed to mean that I'm an adult. Let me tell you the truth - lies. All lies.
I remember thinking of friends who were twenty two and twenty three that they were so grown up and I couldn't wait until I was that age, when I got to take care of myself. Granted, I was living with my parents, 19, trying to finish school, struggling with my family, so I think anything might have been adult compared to myself. However, last year when I started my first job, I didn't feel like a grownup at all. I almost cried when my boss last year told me: "You're not Candace anymore, there's no choosing if you're an adult now. To the students you teach, you ARE the adult." as a reprimand. Sucks, right?
I'm finding more grownup things I do for myself every day. I mean, paying bills are adult but really...? To me, I'm having a great time paying for my own piano lessons. That's grownup. And oh man, I was so so so thrilled when I realized that I knew how to make fried rice from just watching my parents.
My grownup thing for today? Catching silverfish in the classroom so kindergarteners don't scream. I even caught it with a paper and cup, no stomping on it with boots for me. XD
Je suis arrivé!
15 years ago
