Time ... yet. And questions and perspectives on life.
Time, time, time ... I want time.
It 's a concept as strange time .. sometimes you think you drag wearily in eternal day, then in a moment you are beyond full months between the fingers, between the pages of books, including questions and doubts.
The true probably is that I'm growing and I'm discovering suddenly adult, when I do not feel so mature .. are indeed already live up to all these responsibilities? There are very few qualities that I found the reach the age of majority.
For example, I'm buying the house, in fact I almost bought it completely, since I have already signed the sale agreement and paid 2000 euro .... I'm 18 years old and I have a house. A home, where bills and everything will be made out to me ... It 'obvious that they are happy, be 18 years old and already have a home, bought with his own money is a big step forward, it means ahead with a cut above the others having already passed a much larger goal that people can not even dream about me.
But all the excitement that there might be is going to crash into the harsh reality ... economic . How many puzzles to unlock between banks and postal money from my inheritance, and then become really aware of how the money slip away to a frightening speed between notaries, practices, taxes, ive, and this damn world crisis that slowed me down almost € 10,000 on titles that stupid director had chosen for me on the authority of the court. I knew quite well this reality, the obstacle course to make ends meet, but so far I had already bumped against the wall, these days are going to collide at a speed doubled.
Now that finally we will have a our home, so no more rent to pay, we will pull a little breath, but only after dealing with all expenses to move into new home ... and are not little. I hope I do not have to consume all the money I wanted to leave for college.
The university is now another node crucial in my life. the big question is which one? And here the factors of time and money imposed more than ever ... The end of the school is like a sword of Damocles over my head, supported by a thread that consumes every day. if it were only for me, I know what I would like to grow up: the teacher, and then choose a faculty of letters. The prospect of teaching, being with the kids and do something meaningful for them to grow is something that attracts me a lot, more than curious about the world of school dalla'ltro side of the chair. I think that would be the ideal thing for me. However, there a though. Considering the situation of my sister, my mom and my unfortunately I have to follow the line of economic necessity, or choose a university that I guarantee to work soon after their terms of study and above all that I pay a good fruit. Now the wages of teachers is certainly not poor, but considering the current situation of the school, and the outlook is not optimistic that we have for the future (which is why school reform issue has always interested me because not only would be weighed up me student, but in my dreams, the future is also Professor du me) I think maybe I would end to find a chair fixed to 40 years and only passes and with much luck in my city or province at least ... and is not a good thing. So what the hell to do? I have no idea ... I often feel like banging your head against a wall very strong and I'm tired of trying to defiularmi discretion when the question "what will you do after graduation?" hangs in the air and so avoid it.
Why is it so difficult to match our dreams with our needs?
