The Edge of Everything

Me: So how was the movie?
John: We're not going to talk about it.
Chris: Well, during the opening scene I thought to myself, "Why the hell is this in the movie?" and it just went downhill from there.
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I'm about to begin my final week working for Kroger, possibly ever. The paychecks will stop and won't start up again until I'm an honest-to-God pharmacist. This weekend I'm going up to Mike's family cabin for my annual vacation, but even my usual excitement for that can't squash the fear I'm feeling about school beginning. I don't even feel like I can call it school anymore. It's not class, it's not multiple choice, or even study for the test hard enough and you'll pass. It's riding a bike for the first time without training wheels. It's taking your road test with a stranger in the car, knowing he's watching exactly how well you check the intersection before proceeding. It's an interview for the next stage of life. Every one around me has been so encouraging, so confident that I will do exactly what needs to be done to make it happen. And yet, despite all that positive energy, I feel alone in this. I feel like I'm stepping out, one step past all the light I have ever known, and into the darkness.

And (hopefully) as someone much cleverer than I once said, either there will be something for me to stand on, or I will be taught how to fly.