Tadpoles to toads – a reality check.

June is the month for dads and grads and weddings.  That should provide plenty of fodder for folks on social media to yak about.

As to Father’s Day, well there is not much for me to say about dads anymore – at one time I might have been Daddy’s Little Princess, but those days are long gone, thus any vignettes recounting special times with my father will be few and far between in this forum.

I have, however, been thinking alot about school over the past few weeks.   In fact, my head and my computer contain an unfinished post reminiscing about the conclusion of high school which I hope to post later in the week.

My handyman has been here doing assorted tasks yesterday and today, so I didn’t venture out for a walk either day.  My boss has been getting ready for a business trip, so I’ve heard more news than probably necessary and had more time on my hands than usual.

There was a report in this morning’s business journal which really took me aback.  The story told about today’s college grads’ expectations for their first real job after graduation.  They had some stipulations about their career.  Just like a home-cooked meal versus going to Mickey D’s, these 2015 college grads don’t want to waste alot of time simmering in some small potatoes job and delay reaching the height of their career.  They want instant gratification.  They want the big bucks and prestige to happen now.  They sure don’t want to start at the bottom and work their way up, nor do they want an internship with the expectation that the free gig will get their “foot in the door” for a more promising and rewarding career with the same company down the road.  They don’t want to work alot of extra hours because they want “a life”.  They want to make at least $20,000.00 more to start than the career counsellors suggest was the starting wage for a person with their degree.

Well, that is quite a list of stipulations isn’t it?

So, I wonder if the college grads these days are go getters or greedy?

Maybe I didn’t try hard enough after I finished up at WSU, and my career in my chosen field of journalism stalled out as there were simply no jobs to be found.  So, I chose the next best avenue – a clerical position at an advertising agency, with the expectation of working my way up the ladder to a job as a copywriter.  While that long climb probably would never have guaranteed eventually sittin’ pretty in the corner office, it met short-term expectations anyway.  Perhaps college grads in ’78 were a more easy-going bunch.  We were young adults and ready to take on the world and I really think we were more accepting of the demands placed on us.

We were adults after all.

But then, how do you define an adult?

It isn’t just the age you can legally drink.

Or vote.

And maybe you reached that pair of pinnacles and still are not an adult anyway.

What is the cutoff point that you quit being a kid, and transform into an adolescent who then morphs into an adult?

I can’t really say that being an adult has been all that tough on me – perhaps it is because I grew up with older parents and had no siblings.  My parents were 30 years old when I was born, and that was considered old to be starting a family … well, that was the thinking mid-century anyway.  So, I guess I was probably a little more mature when I got to my teens than my peers, and not so silly or frivolous because my parents didn’t tolerate stupidity or childishness – even when I was a child.  They were very strict, and I never had an older sibling to say “well they got to (fill in the blank here)” … alas, I had to forge my own paths with my parents because they rarely would waver in their beliefs.  It was their way or the highway.

Thus, having toed the line for so many years, I guess it wasn’t very difficult to morph from kid to adolescent and eventually into the adult I am today.  No, I wouldn’t want to be a recent college grad, a learned young adult poised on the brink of a new and exciting career, but in today’s world.  It all seems a little tiring to me … not at all like back in ’78, though I do specifically recall from time to time when I used to bemoan studying for a test or working until the wee hours of the morn on a term paper, my father’s quick retort to my bleary-eyed look or grumbling about school was “wait until you’re an adult and you have to go to work day after day”  … well, maybe those words were true.

Perhaps that’s why when we reminisce about  our youth or speak about when we were younger, it is so satisfying to us.  That’s because we tend to gloss over the rough patches and the tarnished areas, instead giving glowing reports about how life used to be “back in the day”.

But then we were easy to please.

During those carefree days of our youth, a childish pleasure was sharing a twin grape Popsicle with your best friend while the two of you poured over the latest “Nancy” comic strip in the Sunday funnies.  Oh, how we loved to cheer spunky Nancy’s crazy antics.

Heck, we would spend hours and hours in the meadows and creek at the tail end of our street catching pollywogs – I think Americans call them “tadpoles”.  We’d scoop them out of the swampy water with our bare hands and deposit too many of them into a clean pickle jar, then cup our hands to ladle some more creek water into the bottle.  The water would be sloshing back and forth as we trudged home and then we’d stash the dripping wet bottle in a corner of the basement hoping our moms wouldn’t find them.  The next morning all those tadpoles would  be stiff and gray and belly side up.  They never got a chance to grow up – to morph from tadpoles into toads.

Our more sedate pastime was coloring to our heart’s content for hours on end.  We would sprawl out on the grass, on our stomachs, feet lazily kicking the air, our coloring books spread open and crayons working frantically to keep the colors contained within the lines.

Those were simple times and unfettered fun for kids.

So, interestingly, on today’s news I heard that the cable show “Game of Thrones” will launch an adult coloring book this coming Fall.  It will consist of 45 black-and-white images, just waiting for you to tackle them with your Crayolas.

No, this is not an adult-themed coloring book, but a coloring book made specifically for adults.

Why do adults need to color in a coloring book?

Really?!

Just what we need in this crazy world … life takes us two steps forward; coloring books for adults take us one gigantic step back.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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