
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!