We’ve all been through it―Highschool. A place where we discover our first crush, our first love, or experience our first kiss, first no-parents party, or maybe take a swig from our first Bacardi Breezer. We just went through puberty and suddenly we want to share a cone with the cutest guy in school (or most gorgeous girl). We let go of the days we take to one-skate roller blading or riding a skateboard on our stomachs down the steepest hill in town. It’s one of the biggest changes most people go through in their life time, but we’ve heard it all before. From The Importance of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (which they are now producing a movie), to the evolution of vampire escapist literature, to teen angst websites; there’s not much that hasn’t been said. Now I’m not here to discredit Highschool. I’ve had just as many life changing, exciting, growing, and devastating experiences as any one else, but what about University?
We say our teens is the time we get to know ourselves, and although the process never ends as my mother likes to tell me, our twenties is often overlooked. University and the following few years is when we truly begin to see deeper into our being, soul, or inner self. We all call it something different, but we all experience it. Sometimes we can rationalize the choices we make like why we broke up with a particular boyfriend or girlfriend and sometimes it’s like a time bomb with no count down. It blows up in our face. What we planned turns out to be the exact opposite of what actually happens. Either way, we are left to deal with the bigger issues that influence our impulses and impressions.
I’ve been a University student for two years and in that time I’ve dealt with anxiety, had my first one night stand (and certainly not the only one), been in a polygamous relationship, published my first poem, found what I believed to be love and made some of the closest friends I’ll ever have, went through numerous breakups, started my own online literary and art journal with my friend Taryn Pearcey called Misfit Lit, and hiked up the side of a mountain to spend the weekend in the wild (my influence being Alexander Supertramp). I’ve traveled to Russia, Australia (where I lived for a year) and stayed on my father’s property in a little place called Beaton. The closest town is forty minutes away and has a population of twenty people.
Many of our experiences are completely new or come at us for different reasons than expected, but they all shed light on the person we wish to be. We hear it from our parents: even if a relationship ends we learn something new about ourselves. Our twenties is when most of us first move out of our parents house, work our way through University or find a better job, and finally lose that hated school night curfew. Suddenly our choices are made fully by ourselves and we are responsible for the consequences, be them good (and rewarding yourself for a job well done) or bad (left to pick up the pieces). It can be scary or exhilarating, maybe a little of both?
Whether the experiences are big or small, these pieces become a part of our make up of who we are, not who we appear to be, but how we identify ourselves.