There was a 90210 (Beverly Hills 90210 - that is) episode the featured all of the characters re-making the old song - "Breaking Up is Hard to Do"... And while I did grow up in LA (Studio City - 91604), I did manage to avoid thinking that high school was made up solely of Luke Perry(s) and Tori Spelling(s)... While I did manage to avoid thinking that high school was supposed to be one long soap opera, for some reason, that song : specifically, that rendition of that song has managed to reside in my memory for the last 15 years or so.
So - as I write this post, just remember that in the back of my mind, I'm singing "Breaking Up is Hard to Do"...
That being said... Growing Up is Hard to Do (really!). At this point, I'm stuck (realistically) with three choices. Go to Cornell. Go to Virginia. Don't Go at All (reapply for next year). The right answer? I wish that I could by a clue right now. (maybe dial a lifeline? opt for 50/50?).
You may ask why this decision has anything to do with growing up... and the sad part is that it has everything to do with growing up. First, as I do not yet own a house, puppy, or expensive car - it is the first significant financial decision that I have to make. (if only my parents were willing to pay for my education one more time). Second, I've always been able to rationalize my decisions out to "I'll worry about it after business school". Why I don't have expensive furniture? because I'll worry about it after business school. Why I prefer chocolate ice cream to vanilla? well. that's just because I like chocolate - but I could just as well chalk that up to waiting to finish business school as well, since that's how I have put off all of my other major decisions. Lastly, there's the point that I'm running out of runway to decide on what my career is. Most people only get one degree. Some people opt for two. It takes the especially indecisive person (e.g. me) to go for the trifecta. What do I do if I don't like my post MBA career? go for another masters?
I guess the irony is that my entire life, I have been clammoring for more choice. Well. To be fair, my parents had me believing that I didn't want to choose for the first 18 or so years of my life. But since then, I have wanted to have a choice - and now that choice scares me. (but for those of you who have known me for a long time, this shouldn't come as a surprise).
Anyways... Growing Up is Hard to Do...
Posted by Brice at March 27, 2006 10:32 PM