Yeah. I did it. I’m graduated.
I’m not even a senior anymore. I’m graduated. That makes me want to cry.
Goodbye schoolwork. Tests, quizzes. Days sitting at my desk studying my work. The excitement that comes with getting a good grade, accomplishing another booklet, finishing that DUMB PHYSICS SEMESTER THAT LITERALLY KILLED ME (technically that was last year but it still plagues me).
Ok so technically I finished school April 19th. But I haven’t said anything about it yet because.. I finished during Camp Nano and honestly it didn’t feel all that much like I’d finished since had to write every day still and it was an equal amount of brain power being used. So I guess when I wrote my last 5k to reach my 55K goal of Nano, that was when it hit me. Like
Guys. I’m done. With School. Forever.
My mom will walk into the playroom and say “Girls do you have any tests I need to correct?” And I go into a mini panic because I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT MY LAST BOOKLET WAS ABOUT AND I’M TOTALLY GONNA FAIL THE TEST AND OMGOODNESS WHEN AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO TAKE It oh wait I’m done.
So that’s fun. To sit back and grin and be like “I’m done. No more tests for me.”
What am I doing now? Well that’s a good question. Probably taking a million pictured of Philadelphia… oh wait, you mean now as in now that I’m done with school. Well.. I’m not going to collage. Not now at least. Maybe in a couple years I’ll go to Bible collage. Maybe I’ll take a couple classes on English or writing or something like that. But pursuing a collage degree isn’t in my near future.
I’m taking a gap year. Which means that I’m taking a year between finishing school and going to work. But I’m not sitting here doing nothing. I’m working on publishing.
At the moment, God has me writing Playgrounds and Black Markers, editing and preping Dewdrops and Butterflies for publication, teaching sunday school, and once in a while my dad will pass on some projects that I can do for the company he works for. That’s where I’m at.
Here’s the thing. I was feeling guilty about not getting a job. But listen. It’s a conviction my family has, that the girl (or boy even) stays in the parent’s home, with a sort of umbrella of protection over her, until she moves on to live with her husband. I know not everybody believes that and you’re welcome to it, but at the same time I’m welcome to believe what I think it correct. SO because of that, I will not be moving out. I will not be getting an apartment. I don’t have a drivers license yet because… I don’t have anywhere to drive to just yet.
Eventually, I plan on getting a job. I felt pressured to, but one night my mom came to me and told me this. “Honey, you’re not moving out, you don’t need to provide for yourself. Your contribution to this family as you’re home and doing chores and cleaning up and doing your part in keeping this household running is your way of contributing. If you went away to go work, you would not be contributing with money to this household. That money would be for your fun.” And when she said that, I understood better, that my place right now is at home, serving my siblings and my parents, doing my chores, cooking, cleaning, doing my part. And writing my book.
So now you know where to find me for at least the next year or so.
Part Two comes next week, where I share the Top Ten Things I Learned During in School. 😀 (Also yes I”m still out somewhere on the other side of the US and this is scheduled, however I have my phone so I am responding to comments!)
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