Growing Up Sucks

By Meg Owens


If I were to sum up all that I’ve learned through my four years of high school, it would be this: the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, our principal’s jokes are lacking, and growing up sucks. Applying to college has got to be one of the most stressful things I have yet to do. I still can’t figure out how to file my FAFSA and I’m pretty sure the deadline has passed. Along with the concept of only applying, I still have to work out a plan for money management. I also have to worry about my car payment and how much the down payment is going be on my apartment. I also need to pay for my utilities every month while being able to keep some extra cash around for food, gas, and other necessities. Now you might be wondering why I’m in such a rush to move out after graduation. In a very simplified version without listing any major details of my personal life, I hate being home. The energy is negative and most nights I feel as if I live alone anyway. I’m not saying I have it terrible, to each their own, I just want to get out of there. Anyway, back to money. It’s really hard to get well paying jobs at such a young age. As of now, I work two and I can still barely make enough money to stretch from paycheck to paycheck. I’ve even began to consider taking classes in order to pick up another job once it gets closer to graduation. I would start now, but three jobs would be hard to juggle while keeping my grades up and maintaining a social life. There’s nothing more terrifying than thinking about the future. More specifically, my future. I can’t express how often I lie awake at night fearing what’s to come. Growing up sucks.