Blog #8
I regret dropping out of college sixteen years ago on my quest to obtain my certified nursing assistant license paid for by my parents. As I read the article “Confessions of a Quit Addict,” by Barbara Graham, Barbara too dropped out of college. That was her first time feeling “the rush of quitting, the instant high of cutting loose, the biochemical buzz of burning my bridges” that I could relate and that reminded me of myself. I quit at college, lived on the edge, and dangling choices in the direction the wind decided to blow in from on any given day. The constant flutter of roaring freeness jolting through my veins. How could I possibly stay? I had to quit. I burned my parents trust. David Brooks’s talks about how kids should stop “finding themselves” and start “losing themselves.” I was who my parents wanted me to be, but it did not take long to realize I was losing who I thought I was and fin...