When I was 17 years old, I thought that I knew it all. Don’t most teenagers?
I decided sometime during the summer between 11 and 12th grade that I didn’t need high school anymore…I wanted to go out and start my life. I somehow convinced my parents that I would be better off dropping out of high school, taking the few credits I still needed to graduate in night school, and working on finding a job.
Now that I think about it, I must have been really convincing, because I don’t recall my parents arguing with me that much. Most likely, the fact that I only needed 4 credits and had been an honors student for all of high school was a deciding factor in their decision.
On the first day of my senior year, I marched into the office and removed myself from my high school and enrolled in their night school program.
It felt good.
Until I began attending my night school classes, and my teachers asked me on a daily basis “what are you doing here?!”
I hated night school.
So…the day I turned 18, I left the night school program and moved to North Carolina with my grandparents, spending the summer working on remodeling houses with them.
I was a high school drop out.
Just shy of being able to graduate by two credits, which somehow made it all that much worse.
It was, in retrospect, pretty ridiculous.
If there was one single moment in my life that I could do over, it would be that moment when I walked into the high school office and dropped out of school. It was a huge decision, and I decided unwisely.
That one action affected the next two years of my life in a huge way…and continues to affect me to this day.
I did end up going back to school – regular high school – the following year. I missed the structure, the more serious classes offered to regular students, that sense of accomplishment in getting good grades in a class that was taken seriously, by teachers who loved what they did.
And while I did end up going back and graduating with a regular high school class, that one action led to a chain of events that changed the course of my life.
Why am I telling you about this do-over moment of mine? I recently came across the following from Frigidaire:
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So I’ve shared my larger-than-life teenaged do-over moment. What is yours?
I was compensated for this post as a member of Clever Girls Collective. All the opinions expressed here are my own.