Huge Step in My Life Options

[Scosh]

Just graduated last night and I am now officially an adult

[SwissFerdi]

Congratulations. Plans for the fall?

[Scosh]

Thanks, and I am starting college next month at Nashville Auto-Diesel College.

[96bluevert]

Congrats!

Now you get to enjoy life with paying bills lol

[Bitter]

Graduation does not an adult make.

[Scosh]

Graduation does not an adult make.

Well to me living on your own, working, and paying bills to support yourself classifies as an adult, which I will be doing starting next month.

[Johnnyny]

congrats and god bless you

[95CelicaST]

Welcome to responsibility.

[epocsirhc]

So what are you going to be focusing on diesel's? I am not familiar with the school you will be attending, but good luck!

[cheela]

Congrats. hopefully I'll be there soon too

[hatchy_gt-s]

Graduation does not an adult make.

If you want to go off that basis then ill grammer makes you sound childish.

Congratulations, I looked into that school before going to UNOH, very good choice. Good Luck!!!

[D-Man]

CONGRATULATION!!

The best years of your life are officially over.

[MaskedMan]

CONGRATULATION!!

The best years of your life are officially over.

x2

Have fun in College though .

[Bitter]

Graduation does not an adult make.

Well to me living on your own, working, and paying bills to support yourself classifies as an adult, which I will be doing starting next month.

Which all is naught if you lack maturity, good luck. Maturity is grown, not simply harvested.

[Scosh]

So what are you going to be focusing on diesel's? I am not familiar with the school you will be attending, but good luck!

I will be focusing on automotive repair and then after I will be going into high performance. This school offers diesel classes if you choose to take them.

[Keiri]

Congratulations....I remember when I graduated from High School all those years ago - good times.

Remember that from here on life just gets more boring...

[SwissFerdi]

No way. College > high school.

[HaysoosKreesto]

Congratulations....I remember when I graduated from High School all those years ago - good times.

Remember that from here on life just gets more boring...

CONGRATULATION!!

The best years of your life are officially over.

x2

Have fun in College though .

Jeez, you guys must not like life lol. High School wasn't even the closest thing to the best years of life, it was extremely sucky compared to everything beyond that, for me . IMO being 21-29 is far better years then High School .

Congrats OP, the next part is where you find out exactly who you are and why you are like that. My one suggestion is that after you are done with whatever it is your doing (and hopefully your not tied down or a father by then), go out and explore the world, or at least different parts of your state. This is the only time in your life that you will be able to and have the energy to do this (I am in the process of doing this myself ).

[Scosh]

I am going to be exploring starting next month. Moving from New Iberia, Louisiana to Nashville, Tennessee( I have never been here before, but I heard that it is beautiful there)

This post has been edited by Scosh: May 14, 2010 - 7:01 PM

[Keiri]

@Haysoos:

Quite the opposite...I liked high school but college was the most fun and where I made the most memories. Right now, I'm trying to just get the most out of life.

This post has been edited by Keiri: May 14, 2010 - 4:16 PM

[GriffGirl]

Graduation does not an adult make.

If you want to go off that basis then ill grammer makes you sound childish.

Congratulations, I looked into that school before going to UNOH, very good choice. Good Luck!!!

it's not ill grammar, it's more "Ye Olde English"

[OOBE]

CONGRATULATION!!

The best years of your life are officially over.

Sadly, this is SO true.

Graduation does not an adult make.

If you want to go off that basis then ill grammer makes you sound childish.

Congratulations, I looked into that school before going to UNOH, very good choice. Good Luck!!!

it's not ill grammar, it's more "Ye Olde English"

Exactly. Like "Yoda speak". I barely speak English and even I knew that.

[D-Man]

Jeez, you guys must not like life lol.

Quite the opposite...I liked high school but college was the most fun and where I made the most memories. Right now, I'm trying to just get the most out of life.

I'm trying to get outta life...

[Bitter]

So what are you going to be focusing on diesel's? I am not familiar with the school you will be attending, but good luck!

I will be focusing on automotive repair and then after I will be going into high performance. This school offers diesel classes if you choose to take them.

Its a good idea to specialize but still be able to do any job that you may come across. Alot of people have a hard time working with complex circuits and electronics.

[CAMAricer]

High school vs College vs Working 9-5?

Hmm...tough choice, but I'd take...

GRADE SCHOOL!

Come on, you eat, sleep, play, and "learn" everyday. You get two 15-minute recess/breaks, an hour lunch to eat/play. Hitting girls and making fun of them was a good thing and you didn't get punished for it (most of the time). PE meant dodge ball, tag, or red rover. Your day "ends" at 3pm and then you go home to watch TV/play video games for 4 hours. Then your mom makes you dinner. Spend an hour or two doing homework and go to sleep. That is life at it's finest.

High school is like grade school except now you get 3x the homework, have to help out with chores at home, get a job in the summer instead of goofing off with your friends down the block to 2 months. Girls laughed at you (and somehow you can't brush it off like the way you did before). Your parents actually care what you get in class now, so more pressure is on. PE meant changing down to your underwear in front of other dudes, which meant trying to look down as much as possible to prevent incidental eye contact with some fat kid's tights riding up on him. Heaven forbid if they made you showered afterwards. No more recess, just a 45 minute lunch period to cram/copy someone else's homework assignment for the next period. You go home and mom's busy doing her stuff so you have to open the fridge to make yourself dinner but can only find bread but no meat, cheese but in block form so you're too damn lazy to cut it yourself so you break off a piece instead and toss between to slices of bread and eat it as is. Then you sneak into your room before your mom/dad spots you to yell at you for not cleaning up your room/mowing the front yard/or taking out the trash. Then you plop down in front of your computer and AIM with your nerdy friends about stuff relationship gossip like why that chick you like is dating that other loser until you realize that you're sitting in your old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sweats that you refuse to let your mom throw away 'cause you've worn it down to much it feels like silk against your skin and know exactly why it is you and your buddies spend Friday nights at the local McDonalds/Carl Jr playing Magic the Gathering/Pokemon and complaining again why girls won't go out with you. Finally after 4 miserable years, you face the music and submit your college apps in but get rejected from all the places you wanted to go to and settle for your 4th choice only because it's as far away from home as you can get. But not before your parents give the old "well your cousin got into so-and-so college, why couldn't you?" speech. And the last week of school arrives and you finally gather the cojones to confess your unrequited love to that girl only to find out that she once felt that way about you but moved on because you were to chicken to ask her about sooner. So you spend your summer before college kicking yourself in the arse wondering what could have been instead of focusing on the bright future ahead. So yeah...high school sucked.

College starts off with a clean slate as everyone is pretty much thrown into the same pot. You quickly decide to cut your hair, buy new clothes with that sweet financial aid money, and be the awesome guy you knew you were in high school but didn't care what other's thought but now you do 'cause you want to make a good impression on all the girls who live in your dorm (hooray to co-ed dorms!!!). But who-do-you-know-it but that dorky smell kid in high school that everyone avoided like the plague (even the bullies never messed with him) also lives in your dorm and instantly recognizes you and thinks that since you guys went to the same high school you should be instant best buddies. So there goes your plan for being that cool rebel kid from some who-knows ghetto high school with some bad street cred. But by all that is holy, an equally nerdy kid befriends him and eventually he doesn't follow you anymore around campus, but not before destroying every chance you had to score with any girl in your dorm. Fortunately there are many dorms, so you like your odds. Courses are hard at first as you try to adjust to the weird schedule of waking up at different times in the day to start classes, sometimes having only 3 hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, and no classes at all on Tuesdays and Thursday. You partner with some really, REALLY cute girl in lab but of course she's already hooked up with that guy from your dorm that acts like a total douche who tries to be everyone's best friend but really isn't. Then there's that professor who sounds like he should be taking ESL instead of trying to teach everyone else physics but whatever 'cause you don't show up for class anyways. Textbooks grape you up the anus since they cost $100 each!!! and you only use them for like 3 months? Then your loser friend tries to buy it from you for like $20 because he knows you don't need it anymore and like he's doing you a favor and so you do it, then you find out he later sells it to his other friend for $70 WTF?!?!? The first year ends up with you skipping most of your classes and you still manage to score decent grades because HELL YEAH to the CURVE because in college an F is really a B because all those other morons who skipped class managed to score even lower than you did. Repeat 3 more years and boom now you've graduate college, knew just barely more than you did leaving high school, but this time you're facing life in the face 'cause there's not more mommy/daddy to fall back on anymore. Now it's time to the big leagues and your crapping your pants because you realized that you spent WAY TOO much time actually studying worthless things in college instead of actually learning any real life lessons and skills that will help you in any job you happen to get. Yeah.... college sucked too.

So now you're working a 9-5 job with a 3 hour commute each day to a job where people constantly yell at you for no reason what so ever. Your boss, you're sure, hates you and thinks your incompetent. Your coworkers pity you. And your parents still get on your case about what you should/could have done with your life. You live paycheck to paycheck, spending whatever money you have paying for your credit card bills you racked up because of all the times your ex went shopping, wanting to eat a fancy place, or seeing each and every Julie Roberts or George Clooney movie that came out (AHHHH!!!!!). You save and save to buy your Celica something nice (like new tires, a new windshield) but get hassled by your current GF. On the rare days you actually have off (or the measly 7 days of vacation you get a year), you spend it going to car shows or meets, seeing cool cars that you will never own (let have a chance to drive). By the way, seeing your paycheck graped in the face by the gov at the tune of 40% is like having a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in your ear. But you go anyways in your 15 year old car with it's dings and scratches, torn/cracked seats, $200 ebay body kit that doesn't quite fit right with it's $500 paint/install job where the guys used nails to attach your side skirts on and silicon windshield glue to hold down your spoiler and a c-clamp to keep your front fender from falling off (which you only discovered years later when you removed it to install a proper fitting bumper!). Hell, your car and all it's 105 HP sucks in comparison to those 300HP imports that only rich mommy and daddy can afford for spoil brat punk high school kids (whom you remembered from your high school days when you were working at McDonalds and serving them their stupid happy meals). But whatever, it's your damn car and it's YOUR name on the pink slip, not mommy or daddy, so to hell with what everyone else thinks, my car kicks ass and I'm damn proud of it. No more asking your mom for gas money, or having to drive your little sister to soccer practice, or circling the damn college parking lot for an hour trying to get a spot that doesn't exist. If you wanted to drive to Vegas, you do it. If you wanted to go out a 1 am in the morning for a burger, you did it. If your friends hate the music/radio station you have in your car, you tell them to get the hell out and drive themselves because you're the driver and it's the driver who's in charge. And who even listens to Michael Bolton anyway? And anyone who still listens to rap at the age of 28 is a tool, yes I said it. And if you wanted some stupid Winnie-the-Pooh charm on your key-chain, even though it can look sorta gay, who cares? It looks still looks cool dangling from your custom Toyota key that you paid $$$ for no good reason other than it says TRD on it. Then your friend gets married some some girl you knew in high school and you get invited to the wedding, so it's kinda cool until you hear that you crazy ex is the maid of honor. But you know what, you drive a hella fine car now and your GF is younger and way hotter than you old beldam of an ex, so ha ha, who's lauging now, huh? She's 30 and still single and you got a job/car/girl and like they say success is the best sort of revenge. Now you're driving back home, windows rolled down (not because the AC's broke) but you're feeling hella good and your blasting the radio and your girl can't figure why you're in such a good mood. You think back about how it used to be when you were younger, no car, no job, no place to call your own. And now you're pretty much on your way. So yeah, working-life totally rocks.



BTW, all of the above that was describe was absolutely a random/hypothetical blanket example of life in high school/college/real life....any resemblance to any factual person/person's life is merely coincidental. The author of this post was merely commenting on the OP and reminds the reader to not try to extract any actual meaning.



This post has been edited by CAMAricer: May 15, 2010 - 10:40 PM

[SwissFerdi]

That...was...epic.

Best post in a while.

[D-Man]

High school vs College vs Working 9-5?

Hmm...tough choice, but I'd take...

GRADE SCHOOL!

Come on, you eat, sleep, play, and "learn" everyday. You get two 15-minute recess/breaks, an hour lunch to eat/play. Hitting girls and making fun of them was a good thing and you didn't get punished for it (most of the time). PE meant dodge ball, tag, or red rover. Your day "ends" at 3pm and then you go home to watch TV/play video games for 4 hours. Then your mom makes you dinner. Spend an hour or two doing homework and go to sleep. That is life at it's finest.

High school is like grade school except now you get 3x the homework, have to help out with chores at home, get a job in the summer instead of goofing off with your friends down the block to 2 months. Girls laughed at you (and somehow you can't brush it off like the way you did before). Your parents actually care what you get in class now, so more pressure is on. PE meant changing down to your underwear in front of other dudes, which meant trying to look down as much as possible to prevent incidental eye contact with some fat kid's tights riding up on him. Heaven forbid if they made you showered afterwards. No more recess, just a 45 minute lunch period to cram/copy someone else's homework assignment for the next period. You go home and mom's busy doing her stuff so you have to open the fridge to make yourself dinner but can only find bread but no meat, cheese but in block form so you're too damn lazy to cut it yourself so you break off a piece instead and toss between to slices of bread and eat it as is. Then you sneak into your room before your mom/dad spots you to yell at you for not cleaning up your room/mowing the front yard/or taking out the trash. Then you plop down in front of your computer and AIM with your nerdy friends about stuff relationship gossip like why that chick you like is dating that other loser until you realize that you're sitting in your old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sweats that you refuse to let your mom throw away 'cause you've worn it down to much it feels like silk against your skin and know exactly why it is you and your buddies spend Friday nights at the local McDonalds/Carl Jr playing Magic the Gathering/Pokemon and complaining again why girls won't go out with you. Finally after 4 miserable years, you face the music and submit your college apps in but get rejected from all the places you wanted to go to and settle for your 4th choice only because it's as far away from home as you can get. But not before your parents give the old "well your cousin got into so-and-so college, why couldn't you?" speech. And the last week of school arrives and you finally gather the cojones to confess your unrequited love to that girl only to find out that she once felt that way about you but moved on because you were to chicken to ask her about sooner. So you spend your summer before college kicking yourself in the arse wondering what could have been instead of focusing on the bright future ahead. So yeah...high school sucked.

College starts off with a clean slate as everyone is pretty much thrown into the same pot. You quickly decide to cut your hair, buy new clothes with that sweet financial aid money, and be the awesome guy you knew you were in high school but didn't care what other's thought but now you do 'cause you want to make a good impression on all the girls who live in your dorm (hooray to co-ed dorms!!!). But who-do-you-know-it but that dorky smell kid in high school that everyone avoided like the plague (even the bullies never messed with him) also lives in your dorm and instantly recognizes you and thinks that since you guys went to the same high school you should be instant best buddies. So there goes your plan for being that cool rebel kid from some who-knows ghetto high school with some bad street cred. But by all that is holy, an equally nerdy kid befriends him and eventually he doesn't follow you anymore around campus, but not before destroying every chance you had to score with any girl in your dorm. Fortunately there are many dorms, so you like your odds. Courses are hard at first as you try to adjust to the weird schedule of waking up at different times in the day to start classes, sometimes having only 3 hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, and no classes at all on Tuesdays and Thursday. You partner with some really, REALLY cute girl in lab but of course she's already hooked up with that guy from your dorm that acts like a total douche who tries to be everyone's best friend but really isn't. Then there's that professor who sounds like he should be taking ESL instead of trying to teach everyone else physics but whatever 'cause you don't show up for class anyways. Textbooks grape you up the anus since they cost $100 each!!! and you only use them for like 3 months? Then your loser friend tries to buy it from you for like $20 because he knows you don't need it anymore and like he's doing you a favor and so you do it, then you find out he later sells it to his other friend for $70 WTF?!?!? The first year ends up with you skipping most of your classes and you still manage to score decent grades because HELL YEAH to the CURVE because in college an F is really a B because all those other morons who skipped class managed to score even lower than you did. Repeat 3 more years and boom now you've graduate college, knew just barely more than you did leaving high school, but this time you're facing life in the face 'cause there's not more mommy/daddy to fall back on anymore. Now it's time to the big leagues and your crapping your pants because you realized that you spent WAY TOO much time actually studying worthless things in college instead of actually learning any real life lessons and skills that will help you in any job you happen to get. Yeah.... college sucked too.

So now you're working a 9-5 job with a 3 hour commute each day to a job where people constantly yell at you for no reason what so ever. Your boss, you're sure, hates you and thinks your incompetent. Your coworkers pity you. And your parents still get on your case about what you should/could have done with your life. You live paycheck to paycheck, spending whatever money you have paying for your credit card bills you racked up because of all the times your ex went shopping, wanting to eat a fancy place, or seeing each and every Julie Roberts or George Clooney movie that came out (AHHHH!!!!!). You save and save to buy your Celica something nice (like new tires, a new windshield) but get hassled by your current GF. On the rare days you actually have off (or the measly 7 days of vacation you get a year), you spend it going to car shows or meets, seeing cool cars that you will never own (let have a chance to drive). By the way, seeing your paycheck graped in the face by the gov at the tune of 40% is like having a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in your ear. But you go anyways in your 15 year old car with it's dings and scratches, torn/cracked seats, $200 ebay body kit that doesn't quite fit right with it's $500 paint/install job where the guys used nails to attach your side skirts on and silicon windshield glue to hold down your spoiler and a c-clamp to keep your front fender from falling off (which you only discovered years later when you removed it to install a proper fitting bumper!). Hell, your car and all it's 105 HP sucks in comparison to those 300HP imports that only rich mommy and daddy can afford for spoil brat punk high school kids (whom you remembered from your high school days when you were working at McDonalds and serving them their stupid happy meals). But whatever, it's your damn car and it's YOUR name on the pink slip, not mommy or daddy, so to hell with what everyone else thinks, my car kicks ass and I'm damn proud of it. No more asking your mom for gas money, or having to drive your little sister to soccer practice, or circling the damn college parking lot for an hour trying to get a spot that doesn't exist. If you wanted to drive to Vegas, you do it. If you wanted to go out a 1 am in the morning for a burger, you did it. If your friends hate the music/radio station you have in your car, you tell them to get the hell out and drive themselves because you're the driver and it's the driver who's in charge. And who even listens to Michael Bolton anyway? And anyone who still listens to rap at the age of 28 is a tool, yes I said it. And if you wanted some stupid Winnie-the-Pooh charm on your key-chain, even though it can look sorta gay, who cares? It looks still looks cool dangling from your custom Toyota key that you paid $$ for no good reason other than it says TRD on it. Then your friend gets married some some girl you knew in high school and you get invited to the wedding, so it's kinda cool until you hear that you crazy ex is the maid of honor. But you know what, you drive a hella fine car now and your GF is younger and way hotter than you old beldam of an ex, so ha ha, who's lauging now, huh? She's 30 and still single and you got a job/car/girl and like they say success is the best sort of revenge. Now you're driving back home, windows rolled down (not because the AC's broke) but you're feeling hella good and your blasting the radio and your girl can't figure why you're in such a good mood. You think back about how it used to be when you were younger, no car, no job, no place to call your own. And now you're pretty much on your way. So yeah, working-life totally rocks.



BTW, all of the above that was describe was absolutely a random/hypothetical blanket example of life in high school/college/real life....any resemblance to any factual person/person's life is merely coincidental. The author of this post was merely commenting on the OP and reminds the reader to not try to extract any actual meaning.

You sir, Are My Hero.
I laughed, I cried, I inserted my own life details while reading... Top Rank Post.

A++

[njccmd2002]

when you have a job, and pay the bils, thats when life starts....

[Keiri]

That...was...epic.

Best post in a while.

Totally agreed.

CAMA, that was fantastic...and the working life part is the truth. Everytime I see my ex and I'm in the Celica I just have to smile...

[richee3]

I am going to be exploring starting next month. Moving from New Iberia, Louisiana to Nashville, Tennessee( I have never been here before, but I heard that it is beautiful there)

Nashville is a nice city. It's clean, everyone there is friendly, and everything is well thought out. St. Louis is very poorly laid out, and it's hard to get around. Memphis is even worse. But it's easy to get around Nashville. I'm in Nashville 2 or 3 times a year. We'll have to have a mini-meet sometime.

[Scosh]

I am going to be exploring starting next month. Moving from New Iberia, Louisiana to Nashville, Tennessee( I have never been here before, but I heard that it is beautiful there)

Nashville is a nice city. It's clean, everyone there is friendly, and everything is well thought out. St. Louis is very poorly laid out, and it's hard to get around. Memphis is even worse. But it's easy to get around Nashville. I'm in Nashville 2 or 3 times a year. We'll have to have a mini-meet sometime.

We should definitely have a little meet. Im hoping that I room with a fellow 6gc owner or at least meet a few at the school.

[Hazmat]

That...was...epic.

Best post in a while.

LOL omfg best post in awhile is DEFINITELY 110% correct!

[richee3]

We should definitely have a little meet. Im hoping that I room with a fellow 6gc owner or at least meet a few at the school.

Definitely. I'm sure you'll get to meet a few other 6gc owners. I don't think there are too many 6gc members from Nashville, but I always see a few when I'm there.

[OOBE]

High school vs College vs Working 9-5?

Hmm...tough choice, but I'd take...

GRADE SCHOOL!

Come on, you eat, sleep, play, and "learn" everyday. You get two 15-minute recess/breaks, an hour lunch to eat/play. Hitting girls and making fun of them was a good thing and you didn't get punished for it (most of the time). PE meant dodge ball, tag, or red rover. Your day "ends" at 3pm and then you go home to watch TV/play video games for 4 hours. Then your mom makes you dinner. Spend an hour or two doing homework and go to sleep. That is life at it's finest.

High school is like grade school except now you get 3x the homework, have to help out with chores at home, get a job in the summer instead of goofing off with your friends down the block to 2 months. Girls laughed at you (and somehow you can't brush it off like the way you did before). Your parents actually care what you get in class now, so more pressure is on. PE meant changing down to your underwear in front of other dudes, which meant trying to look down as much as possible to prevent incidental eye contact with some fat kid's tights riding up on him. Heaven forbid if they made you showered afterwards. No more recess, just a 45 minute lunch period to cram/copy someone else's homework assignment for the next period. You go home and mom's busy doing her stuff so you have to open the fridge to make yourself dinner but can only find bread but no meat, cheese but in block form so you're too damn lazy to cut it yourself so you break off a piece instead and toss between to slices of bread and eat it as is. Then you sneak into your room before your mom/dad spots you to yell at you for not cleaning up your room/mowing the front yard/or taking out the trash. Then you plop down in front of your computer and AIM with your nerdy friends about stuff relationship gossip like why that chick you like is dating that other loser until you realize that you're sitting in your old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sweats that you refuse to let your mom throw away 'cause you've worn it down to much it feels like silk against your skin and know exactly why it is you and your buddies spend Friday nights at the local McDonalds/Carl Jr playing Magic the Gathering/Pokemon and complaining again why girls won't go out with you. Finally after 4 miserable years, you face the music and submit your college apps in but get rejected from all the places you wanted to go to and settle for your 4th choice only because it's as far away from home as you can get. But not before your parents give the old "well your cousin got into so-and-so college, why couldn't you?" speech. And the last week of school arrives and you finally gather the cojones to confess your unrequited love to that girl only to find out that she once felt that way about you but moved on because you were to chicken to ask her about sooner. So you spend your summer before college kicking yourself in the arse wondering what could have been instead of focusing on the bright future ahead. So yeah...high school sucked.

College starts off with a clean slate as everyone is pretty much thrown into the same pot. You quickly decide to cut your hair, buy new clothes with that sweet financial aid money, and be the awesome guy you knew you were in high school but didn't care what other's thought but now you do 'cause you want to make a good impression on all the girls who live in your dorm (hooray to co-ed dorms!!!). But who-do-you-know-it but that dorky smell kid in high school that everyone avoided like the plague (even the bullies never messed with him) also lives in your dorm and instantly recognizes you and thinks that since you guys went to the same high school you should be instant best buddies. So there goes your plan for being that cool rebel kid from some who-knows ghetto high school with some bad street cred. But by all that is holy, an equally nerdy kid befriends him and eventually he doesn't follow you anymore around campus, but not before destroying every chance you had to score with any girl in your dorm. Fortunately there are many dorms, so you like your odds. Courses are hard at first as you try to adjust to the weird schedule of waking up at different times in the day to start classes, sometimes having only 3 hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, and no classes at all on Tuesdays and Thursday. You partner with some really, REALLY cute girl in lab but of course she's already hooked up with that guy from your dorm that acts like a total douche who tries to be everyone's best friend but really isn't. Then there's that professor who sounds like he should be taking ESL instead of trying to teach everyone else physics but whatever 'cause you don't show up for class anyways. Textbooks grape you up the anus since they cost $100 each!!! and you only use them for like 3 months? Then your loser friend tries to buy it from you for like $20 because he knows you don't need it anymore and like he's doing you a favor and so you do it, then you find out he later sells it to his other friend for $70 WTF?!?!? The first year ends up with you skipping most of your classes and you still manage to score decent grades because HELL YEAH to the CURVE because in college an F is really a B because all those other morons who skipped class managed to score even lower than you did. Repeat 3 more years and boom now you've graduate college, knew just barely more than you did leaving high school, but this time you're facing life in the face 'cause there's not more mommy/daddy to fall back on anymore. Now it's time to the big leagues and your crapping your pants because you realized that you spent WAY TOO much time actually studying worthless things in college instead of actually learning any real life lessons and skills that will help you in any job you happen to get. Yeah.... college sucked too.

So now you're working a 9-5 job with a 3 hour commute each day to a job where people constantly yell at you for no reason what so ever. Your boss, you're sure, hates you and thinks your incompetent. Your coworkers pity you. And your parents still get on your case about what you should/could have done with your life. You live paycheck to paycheck, spending whatever money you have paying for your credit card bills you racked up because of all the times your ex went shopping, wanting to eat a fancy place, or seeing each and every Julie Roberts or George Clooney movie that came out (AHHHH!!!!!). You save and save to buy your Celica something nice (like new tires, a new windshield) but get hassled by your current GF. On the rare days you actually have off (or the measly 7 days of vacation you get a year), you spend it going to car shows or meets, seeing cool cars that you will never own (let have a chance to drive). By the way, seeing your paycheck graped in the face by the gov at the tune of 40% is like having a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in your ear. But you go anyways in your 15 year old car with it's dings and scratches, torn/cracked seats, $200 ebay body kit that doesn't quite fit right with it's $500 paint/install job where the guys used nails to attach your side skirts on and silicon windshield glue to hold down your spoiler and a c-clamp to keep your front fender from falling off (which you only discovered years later when you removed it to install a proper fitting bumper!). Hell, your car and all it's 105 HP sucks in comparison to those 300HP imports that only rich mommy and daddy can afford for spoil brat punk high school kids (whom you remembered from your high school days when you were working at McDonalds and serving them their stupid happy meals). But whatever, it's your damn car and it's YOUR name on the pink slip, not mommy or daddy, so to hell with what everyone else thinks, my car kicks ass and I'm damn proud of it. No more asking your mom for gas money, or having to drive your little sister to soccer practice, or circling the damn college parking lot for an hour trying to get a spot that doesn't exist. If you wanted to drive to Vegas, you do it. If you wanted to go out a 1 am in the morning for a burger, you did it. If your friends hate the music/radio station you have in your car, you tell them to get the hell out and drive themselves because you're the driver and it's the driver who's in charge. And who even listens to Michael Bolton anyway? And anyone who still listens to rap at the age of 28 is a tool, yes I said it. And if you wanted some stupid Winnie-the-Pooh charm on your key-chain, even though it can look sorta gay, who cares? It looks still looks cool dangling from your custom Toyota key that you paid $$$ for no good reason other than it says TRD on it. Then your friend gets married some some girl you knew in high school and you get invited to the wedding, so it's kinda cool until you hear that you crazy ex is the maid of honor. But you know what, you drive a hella fine car now and your GF is younger and way hotter than you old beldam of an ex, so ha ha, who's lauging now, huh? She's 30 and still single and you got a job/car/girl and like they say success is the best sort of revenge. Now you're driving back home, windows rolled down (not because the AC's broke) but you're feeling hella good and your blasting the radio and your girl can't figure why you're in such a good mood. You think back about how it used to be when you were younger, no car, no job, no place to call your own. And now you're pretty much on your way. So yeah, working-life totally rocks.



BTW, all of the above that was describe was absolutely a random/hypothetical blanket example of life in high school/college/real life....any resemblance to any factual person/person's life is merely coincidental. The author of this post was merely commenting on the OP and reminds the reader to not try to extract any actual meaning.

I cried. Not really, but it was nice.

[Scosh]

We should definitely have a little meet. Im hoping that I room with a fellow 6gc owner or at least meet a few at the school.

Definitely. I'm sure you'll get to meet a few other 6gc owners. I don't think there are too many 6gc members from Nashville, but I always see a few when I'm there.

I hope I see more than here. There are only 2 here including myself and a beat down vert.

[mmmchocolate]

hey i graduate the 29th. looking forward to it way to much!

[stephen_lee]

9-5 (8-5 in my case) is the SIHT!!

monday-friday, 15 vacation days/year. i can go wherever, have my own place/car/project car.

life is good

[lilgreenyoda]

@ CAMAricer: That... Was... Epic. And minus the whole playing magic thing, that was pretty close. Especially the whole never going to class thing... oh yah, and the ex thing. Gotta love when she turns into a total swamp donkey, and you score a major hottie. LOL! (You can tell that's happened to me once or twice, hehe)

@OP: Man... you have no idea what's in store for you. Even with CAMAricer's vivid description. It's no substitute for the real deal. Life is funny sometimes, and it'll throw you some wicked curveballs. Just remember why you are where you are and everything else will fall into place. Have fun and don't worry about small things. That's all I can really say.