Bartmanhomer said:
I have a question to ask you. Is it fun being an adult?
Not really. The few pleasures or extra rights you get are almost meaningless when weighed against the burden of supporting yourself, the uncertain future of almost any job, stress and more stress, expectations of others, and more. If you have children, pretty much expect to throw away all your own dreams and desires for the next 21 years or more and hope that they turn out well instead of proving to be a continuing burden and disappointment to you. By then, of course, you'll be too old to really enjoy anything unless you are genetically very lucky or had then very early in life. Compared to that, high school is a picnic.
So many people remark that their college years are their best years and I've almost decided that they are right. College is, unless you are in a very unusual situation,
the one and only time in your entire life when you can set your own schedule and your own pace
. Unless you have unusual requirements, such as having to take X classes or lose the money allowing you to go in the first place, you will never, ever again be able to do this thing.
Really, though, middle and late high school is the best time. Unless you live where they have year-round schooling, you have three months (when I was a kid, school ended dead at the last day of May and never started until past Labor Day) out of the year as time to yourself. I got what I wanted for birthday and Xmas. I had school, which freed you in mid-afternoon so that, hey, a 4pm movie wasn't an impossibility. I had a lot more friends because they hadn't all moved away or gotten caught up with other concerns; gaming was certainly better because we could do it all weekend long if we wanted. I could eat what I wanted and it didn't instantly turn to fat. I could stay up until 2am then bounce out of bed at 6am, ready to go. We took vacations to nice places. Relatives came and stayed for several days or more than a week. Didn't have to bother with a job, didn't have to dress up, didn't have to worry if the car was going to make it another couple of years and what would happen if it didn't, didn't have to pay bills, or a thousand other little things.