I’m sort of out of things to say these days. Lately I just feel lost and adrift. I’m really unhappy about still being in grad school and I can’t quite figure out what to be when I grow up (if I ever grow up that is). So, I’m going to use 500 words to answer a question from any earlier post
Kara asked me about going to college at 15. I was a precocious (wow, I want to slap myself reading that) and incredibly bored child, so the parental units suggested to the elementary school that I skip 4th grade and go straight from 3rd to 5th. My mother had skipped a grade, so she thought it was the best solution.
Turns out people notice these things and I was bullied a lot. It got worse when my parents split up and my mom moved us to a much more rural town in NW PA. I was way ahead of the 7th grade curriculum so the school wanted to move me to 8th grade after a few weeks. My mom wanted to say no, but I realized that the sooner I graduated, the sooner I could get out of this awful new place, so I begged her to agree. Thus I entered the 8th grade with much notice and an incredible amount of bullying by my new classmates who did not take kindly to my presence. It probably would have helped if my awkward phase hadn’t been so dang awkward.
Anywhoodle, Junior year I was finally fitting in and feeling like I could be happy. My mom had gotten married the previous June, but she and my stepdad had a long distance marriage because he lived near my hometown (where my dad still lived), so when she got a job offer in his town at the beginning of Junior year, she took it. At the time, I hated her for it, but with some time and now being married myself, I understand her decision even if I didn’t like it.
So basically, I decide to say eff it and apply to go to college instead of my senior year. The original plan was I would live with my dad, but the Honors College at my undergrad was residential, so I moved in after a few weeks. 15 year olds probably do not belong unsupervised in a dorm. Especially not 15 year olds that have just been diagnosed with clinical depression. Whatever, I survived, and after 6 years I got my BS and my MRS. It took me 6 years because I changed my major a gabillionty times. I was actually a history major for the majority of college and then became a biology major my 4th year.
The thing about being 15 is you have no sense of self. Add that to my complete lack of common sense and it was kind of a disaster. I don’t think I was a bad kid, I think I was lost and some much older people took advantage of me in ways I couldn’t understand and certainly couldn’t cope with. I still fail to understand the inherent badness of some people.
So there you have it, the explanation of college at 15. Any questions?
Do you like when bloggers do these long background posts or are you not a fan? Also, unrelatedly, is it sweltering where you live? It’s supposed to be 96 here tomorrow and I feel like I can’t breathe!
And if you got through all that, here’s a cute old picture of Delilah as a puppy. You are welcome.