Liberating?

Really? The thought that in thirty years, no one will remember a thing you do or anything you've done in your life? You find that liberating? That's one of the most depressing things I can think of. Sure, if you mess up a little bit in a school performance it's not that bad. But the idea that you will pass through time without a single fact remaining about you? That's belittling.

In other news, why does the planet think I need to be completely prepared for my plans in life by the time I'm sixteen? Fourteen, even. Let me explain, perhaps?

In grade 10, I was fourteen. During april of that grade I had to decide what classes I would take in eleven. And what do 3U courses lead to? Gr 12 courses, the ones that you need to pick for your university choices. Not to mention that your grade eleven marks are the ones that most universities will look at first. And if you have trouble, or choose the wrong classes in your third year of high school? Then you've completely ruined your life. Good luck repairing, unless you return for a year 13. Which is NOT a good idea, at least not in my opinion. But I digress.

There is snow outside, it's a good temperature, and I feel like fort building. And so I leave you.