The other day, I was thinking about the fact that I am legally and technically considered an adult. I then considered the fact that my favorite gift on my last birthday was a bouncy ball filled with glitter.
How can this be?
College is supposed to be that place where you find out what you love, what you want to do, what your passions are and (more importantly) how to be an adult.
Do people actually learn how to become adults in college? Or does our education system only further delay the maturation process of the millennia generation?
The college-educated are said to be more likely to vote. They learn how to navigate and understand complicated processes through registering for and completing classes. They are more prepared and more apt to navigate governmental systems to voice their opinions.
College forces you to grow up.
The other day, I was standing in line at Target. As each item slowly inched closer to the scanner I realized that maybe I’m growing up a little bit myself.
As Cindy, the ever helpful employee who cracks a smile about as frequently as Isreal and Palestine agree with each other, scanned first a stapler and then a Swiffer sweeper, I cringed at the fact that I am navigating the systems of daily life (cleaning and paper binding in particularly).
But Cindy’s disdain for me became increasingly evident when the first of my four Capri Sun boxes reached the scanner. All is not lost.
Even though SMU has made me grow up quite a bit, it has simultaneously instilled a youthful love of life in me. And that’s the way it should be — a good mix of the two. Boring old men are, well boring, and young children are frankly quite annoying. But that man-boy, he’s pretty interesting. Keep it real.
Christy is a junior majoring in creative advertising and political science.