What'll It Be?

It’s the day after Labor Day, which for almost my entire life meant a new school year. Any student will agree that the day after the first Monday of September is much bigger than January 1, Rosh Hashanah and Chinese New Year combined. It’s the start of a new life, a new year and nine months worth of required reading.

This is my second post Labor Day day without picking out a special outfit and it still feels weird. From 5 to 21, this day was the beginning of something new. After a long weekend and no summer break, I’m just returning to my life.

I didn’t like school: I didn’t like being told what to learn, where to go and not really doing anything productive. Now I’m in the real world. I can learn what I want and go wherever I want. I can do anything—write a book, move to Europe, run a marathon. That’s a lot of freedom, sometimes too much. In high school I took Sequential III so I could take Pre-Cal so I could take Calc so I could get into college, and you can imagine how I got to Seq III. Now, I get up and go to work so I can … well I don’t know. Nothing I’ve done today will help me write a book, move to Europe or run a marathon. I can do anything I want and I don’t know what to do. Existential crisis withstanding, I enjoyed the long weekend. Hey New Rochelle!