The Start of a New Life

Graduation.

It's that moment that you're waiting for since preschool. The years, and years, and years of torture. Pointless classes. Pointless assignments.

But it also gives you time to reflect.

I still can't believe I'm 18 and graduating high school. If you would have asked me when I was younger where I expected myself to be at this point in time, I would have never said, "Oh yes. South Carolina. Going to BYU-Idaho. It'll be great fun!"

Never.

Graduation is supposed to be a time of CELEBRATION. A time when family and friends get together, have parties, laugh about the "good old days". Unfortunately, I'm not so lucky as to have that opportunity. No party. No family. No celebration.

Just give me my diploma.

The only reflection I have on this time: LET ME OUT OF HERE.

The Struggle

I have this gut feeling that my Dad just doesn't want me going to away to school, or moving out, or starting a new life on my own, or spending any money at all.

I don't know what the problem is! Every time the topic of school comes up I'm ambushed with comments about how it's too expensive, how he's not going to pay anymore, how the weather is going to be too cold for me, how I should go to a community college, blah blah blah.

Now, if you know me at all, you know that I HATE spending money. Even if it was the end of the world, I would never blow all of my money off on anything. I'm too busy saving it for when I go away to school and need to provide for myself.

A girl has gotta eat.

NOTHING is wrong with going to a community college, I believe that 100%. But this is MY SCHOOL. It's been my dream for my entire life. My high school career has been focused on getting in. They have the perfect program for my major and all of the other programs I need. And the tuition in INSANELY low.

I'm talkin' LOW.

Either way, I'm going.
So the scholarship and job hunt continues.

But is my Dad's attitude really about the money? Could be. Or is it something deeper? I guess we'll find out soon enough.

Secrets

There's always that time when I'm dating someone, or simply talking with a good friend, and we decide to play that 20 questions game. But the game always takes a turn to the "deep side" and they tell you all of these deep secrets about their life. And then it's my turn to tell my life story...

But I'm nothing interesting.

I mean, I've had a great life. Don't get me wrong. But I haven't done anything like: steal something, do drugs, parents got a divorce, was in a terrible relationship, failed a class, etc.
The "BIG STORIES" that everyone is always so interested in.

Now, I LOVE my life. And I don't even want those things to happen to me! But I just want an interesting life story! Is that too much to ask?

"Molly? What's your deepest secret?"

"Um.... I have an orange toothbrush?"

I NEED AN INTERESTING LIFE.