Senior struggles: The big 1-8
By Haley Peterson | Editor in Chief
January 18, 2012
I’ve decided that being 17 is the best age anybody can be.
It’s the age where you’re (theoretically) mature enough to be self-reliant. You have your driver’s license and all the freedom that comes with it.
Your parents probably have given you more freedom as they realize that their “little baby girl” is growing up and will soon have to tackle the real world.
It’s the age of near-adulthood where you can stake your independence, but you are still young enough to come home at night and snuggle with your teddy bear.
This year as a seventeen year old, I’ve become a senior in every sense of the word: I’ve started to occasionally drink coffee in preparation for long nights studying in college; I have had more tardies this year than the last three years combined; I haven’t lost motivation yet, but I’m sure that the senioritis bug is lurking right around the beginning-of-second-semester corner.
So I’m torn.
On one hand, I would love nothing more than for life to just pause so that I can stay 17 for just a little while longer. I want to do the crazy teenage things I’ve never gotten a chance to do like go pier-jumping and pull an all-nighter. I want to go to the drive-in again and try not to fall asleep. I want to drive up Farren Road and stargaze because I don’t have a care in the world and because looking at the stars makes all my problems seem so insignificant.
But then again, I want to branch out. I can’t wait to start over in college–or not start over per se, but rather to find who I am in this new place surrounded by new people who are all in the same boat as me. I want to get tea with my roommate at some hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in downtown San Luis Obispo, and then later that day watch the sun set at Pismo Beach. I want to experience first-hand what all the college-hype is about.
But then I’m reminded that with all those experiences, I’ll be getting older. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but I just want life to pause so I can enjoy those moments even more.
Because at the end of the day, all I will really want to do is crawl into bed with my teddy bear and become a little girl again.