Last night, I realized just how close I am to independence. I am not too excited about eventually having to pay the bills, or to be placed in an environment that I am unfamiliar with, but I finally get to live my own life. Although frightening and appealing, I believe that the day I graduate high school, I become an adult.
Almost four years ago, I walked through the doors into my freshman year. High School: the intimidating next step into adolescence. It wasn't until the end of sophomore year that I finally became comfortable with myself. My whole perspective on high school changed at that time. I started to care about what I was learning and what the curriculum was doing for my education, which essentially is my maturation. I am not the same person that I was three years ago. My everyday decisions reflect these modifications. To name one thing, I actually excel in school now. I try my best to succeed, because I now that proof of my metamorphosis is necessary in order to show different colleges and universities that I deserve to be in their institution.
"The Year is at the Spring" by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema reflects similar feelings that I possess. The woman in the painting, for example, seems to be fondly contemplating on a memory. Her emotions are slightly related to mine because I fondly look on into the future. I don't know what college I will be accepted into yet, but at least I know I am going. At that moment, which is coming up soon, I will be able to plan out what I want to do with my life.
