Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen
When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?
When I was sixteen my life was a blur. I was going in several directions at one time, and my parents were trying to be supportive, yet I know I had them baffled.
School I was doing the academic track, taking all three sciences, the University track for math, learning French. I was on the debate team, worked in the school bookstore at lunch time. Also that was the year I took drama, and played a few minor parts in Fiddler on the roof. Needless to say to my parents this was like a shotgun approach, or as my mother said a buffet of courses with no entrée. I also have to admit I didn’t apply myself much that year even though, I go fairly good marks. I remember one example of this, we had a social studies assignment given out in September, that was due in January. We had to do it as part of a group of three, with at least one being of the opposite sex. Our group was quickly formed, we discussed it that day, worked out the topic, the approach, and the framework. Yes we were that organized, however we filed the project in the to do basket, and in January, when we were reminded on a Friday, that the paper was due on Monday and accounted for 25% of our mark, we decided it was time to get to work. We diligently worked all weekend, and we turned in our paper on Monday morning, just as the class was ending. We had just finished typing it out, and made the deadline. Oh, sorry I forgot to mention 5% penalty per day late, so turning it in two days late meant you were not getting higher than 90% for a perfect paper. We got an 87% on it, so mission accomplished.
I also played two sports that year, and involved in the drama club, and was on the debate team, which involved weekend trips to other cities or towns for tournaments. I was also working part-time, at a department store selling cameras and other assorted small electronics. Add on being involved in Air Cadets, and you may begin to realize my parents joked they had a ghost in the house. One that emptied the fridge out on a regular basis, and left a neat pile of laundry in the bedroom.
So now that you have some background, you will understand when I say at sixteen, what I wanted to be changed quite often. Does my life look like I thought back then? No yet I would not make changes to my lifes path, even if I could. I am reasonably happy and content with the way my life has evolved, and accept that what I have today may be different from a few years from now.