Last spring, I wrote the following post around graduation time. This year, I thought I would re-post it, especially since my 10 year high school reunion is coming up. (ew. Why did I remind myself??)
I think the messages in this post are important, and while I don't get serious often, I think this is an important read for any new grad whether college or high school, as well as for families too.
Please read and feel free to share and repost for anyone who has or is currently dealing with a quarterlife crisis. Even better if they become a follower and I can cheer them up with my wacky antics. :)
Enjoy!
And Now For Something Completely Different
Put on your thinking caps kids, because Professor Rose is about to take you on an educational journey. Today's post is a little lengthy, but it's worth reading. Fo sho. This especially means YOU, recent (or even not so recent) high school and college grads.
My American Literature class is generally pointless, reading things many of us read (or...didn't read. Ahem) in junior high and high school. The professor does not give any sort of constructive commentary on any essay that is turned in, only seemingly randomly assigns a point value and several weeks later that surprise randomly assigned grade shows up in my "gradebook".
This plight aside, I did find one pearl of wisdom in an otherwise financially draining pile of crap.
Below is the Robert Bly poem, The Resemblance Between Your Life And A Dog from our assigned reading, and my interpretive essay following that.
Not that anyone cares to read my homework assignment, however, I think that I made some important points for those of you feeling the crush of the quarter-life crisis. If you're not snoring yet, read on:
I never intended to have this life, believe me—
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they way but can’t explain.
It’s good if you can accept your life—you’ll notice
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look
Like your bedroom mirror when you were ten.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can’t believe how much you’ve changed.
Sparrows in winter, if you’ve ever held one, all feathers,
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in hedges. Teachers praise you,
But you can’t quite get back to the winter sparrow.
Your life is a dog. He’s been hungry for miles,
Doesn’t particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.
And my response essay:
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