Yay! I’m co-hosting this week’s Finish the Sentence Friday! I would be a little more excited if my sentence didn’t get changed, but hey, let’s roll with it, shall we? Especially since I can’t remember what the original was. LOL!
This week’s sentence is … “I’m done with school, but…”
I have a tons of education under my belt. Twenty years to be exact – Kindergarten through law school. At each stage, you expect a little more maturity, a little more responsibility, and a little more common sense.
So, you suffer through the mean girls, you suffer through the immaturity and girls fighting over boys. You can’t wait until you can just have an “adult” conversation to resolve an issue, instead it becoming them versus you. Don’t get me wrong, I was all of those things… immature, angry, mean, sweet, kind, irrational, rational, etc.
Then I grew up. I learned that I needed to think before I acted. I realized there were consequences to words. No longer could you live by “Sticks and stones may break you bones but words can never hurt me.” Instead, I started living by the mantra… “Sticks and stones won’t break their bones, but instead they may not hire you.” Depending where you live, it could be… “their friend may not hire you.”
A couple of weeks ago we wrote about being a grown up. But I didn’t feel different. I had a child and still felt like the same girl who was going to school. However, I have held down a job, paid my own way, taken care of myself and my family, to sacrifice of myself or for my future. Because that’s what being an adult is about.
But some people never actually did grow up.
I tend to ignore office politics. When I was working, I had this co-worker who was a secretary. She kept her head down and in her work. Every time I passed her desk, she was diligently working – no Facebook, no non-work related websites, no talking or texting on her phone. Yet, one other secretary rallied the other secretaries to keep tabs on her. She’s late by a minute, she gets written up. She takes a “long” bathroom break, she gets written up. If she takes a phone call, a minute before she clocks out, she gets written up. As an adult, we are also supposed to be responsible for our work and work product. She did an excellent job with glowing reviews, except these little picks at her. Basically, she was being bullied in her workplace. I don’t use the word bully as an adult lightly. But this was affecting her job and her ability to keep it, happily.
I have found as I age:
- Those petty people in high school that like to tear others down? They’re your co-worker.
- That girl who walked around celebrating her celibacy bracelet? She’s the married Christian woman who’s always looking down at your actions and berating you for having that drink.
- The guy who let everyone cheat off of him to be liked is still letting people walk all over him and in debt.
- The jock that everyone thought was cool? He’s still living his glory days as a football star, because nothing else has worked out well for him.
I’m not saying that people can’t change. I’m saying that most people don’t seem to change, or change very much. Sometimes that’s good. If you’re a sweetheart, you shouldn’t be less sweet, but if you were a pain in the butt, maybe you should look into being a little sweeter.
Part of growing up is accepting change, and part of it is realizing that you aren’t a child any more even if you, in your heart, feel like one. It’s realizing that the world doesn’t revolve around you, but others exist and they matter! Their feelings matter, and a look or a word can break someone down.
It’s hard to be an adult. It’s hard to be responsible for yourself and often for others. Yet some people live in their glory days of high school, and make it suck for the rest of us.
Overall, “I’m done with school, but” some people still act like they haven’t.
This has been another edition of #FTSF.. join in on Friday!