My choice of school classes has me saying, “Hi, Idiot!” to my adult self. Growing up, I was usually in advanced classes. I was nowhere near the smartest kid in my class – I tended to do very well in classes I liked and average in the ones I didn’t.
I remember my freshman year of high school we all had to sample a different elective each quarter, like cooking, sewing and drama. We got to make a pair of sweatpants in sewing that, after cutting into shorts in college, I finally threw out a few years ago. Though I was proud of my sweatpants, I went through that obligatory year and then decided not to take any more of “those classes” after that. All electives I chose were more academic, blah blah blah.
I had a chip on my shoulder that no way deserved to be there. I looked down on classes like cooking and shop. And you know what!? Firstly, it’s not like I can tell you many / any specifics from whatever classes I did take. And Secondly – As an adult, I was the A-hole who couldn’t cook.
If I could do high school over, not that I’m itching to dive into that time machine back to big hair, Aussie Sprunch Spray and Outback Red, I would take as many as those life preparatory classes as possible. Cooking – Yes, for sure though I will say, a random bonus of cancer and being home all the time, was that my cooking skills improved. But we’re talking from 0 to maybe 40%. Sewing – Sounds good but this would be lower on my list. Shop – Yes! I actually love to build things. I have successfully put together many pieces of furniture with a trusty allen wrench. To have real skills in this department would be great. I actually think my school also had an auto repair class. I’d totally take that!
If I Only Knew Then…
Yes, I can learn some of this stuff now and I have and enjoy it. I just wish I’d had any kind of scope back then for actual life. An appreciation for the day in day out stuff. The stuff I didn’t ponder or took for granted growing up. The good stuff – stuff that matters.
I have noticed going through cancer that I’ve had a rebirth in myself to get some skills and definitely more appreciation in these areas. Perhaps as I continue to Grow Bolder, I’ll actually get good at some of these! From a person whose meals now taste okay though often look like hell, it’s hard to imagine. But at least I now, finally, have the right attitude that my younger self could have really used (along with a swift kick in the behind.)