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My subject is “I wish I had taken a/an class in high school so I could be better prepared for .”. It was submitted by http://dinoheromommy.com. Here goes:
I wish I had taken a 'Life as a Grown-Up' class in high school so I could be better prepared for adulthood. As a kid I couldn't wait to grow up. All I could think of was how wonderful it would be to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I wouldn't have to go to school. I could spend my money buying all the things my parents wouldn't let me have as a kid. I could live on my own and stay up as late as I wanted, eat as much candy as I wanted and wouldn't have to go to school!
What I didn't realize was that all that freedom comes at a price.
If I wanted to live alone and buy all the things I would have to have a job. I would most likely have to wake up just as early every morning as I did as a kid (there goes staying up as late as I wanted) and, instead of sitting in a classroom all day, I would be in a cubicle. Only I would bet there for 9 hours instead of 6 and I wouldn't get recess.
To live on my own I would have to have an apartment, or house. Those things cost money. I would have to budget that money I made at my cubicle job and pay bills. Rent, electric, water, cable, phone, car, insurance. There goes all that money I was going to use to buy all the things.
At least I would be able to eat all the candy I wanted, right? Nope, wrong again. Sure, I could eat all the candy I wanted, if I didn't care about my weight, and skin and overall health. Call me vain, but I care about those things. I didn't realize that the metabolism I had as a kid would slow down more and more every year, and that I wouldn't actually be able to eat anything I wanted for the rest of my life.
Oh, and all those eye-rolls I used to give my parents when they would demand to know who I was going out with, or make me do my homework, or fold my laundry or clean my room? No one prepared me for the fact that I would be on the other side of those looks once I had kids of my own.