Changing of the Seasons

“Grow up act your age,” there is no accurate number I can give that will be close to the amount of times I have heard this. Maturity is something that is expected from every one of us as we grow up in our society. How we come about this ripening of age is a different experience to everyone. I see myself becoming a man and being in the summer of my life through many reasons. Responsibilities which I have been given and must complete teach me the foundation of a hard working adult. The seriousness of the level that I take my school work and the importance of a good education in my life sets my future in stone. The dramatic family problems that consist in my family have help nudge me into summer before adolescents has fully even arrived.
As you get older there’s more things you can do, but there is also more responsibilities you have to take. Responsibilities are the best way to teach someone the ethnics of hard work and the reward that is transpired through hard work. I learned this through my first job, where I was a consular at a summer camp. I worked five days a week from 9am in the morning to 3pm in the afternoon. This little taste of a job taught me the meaning of responsibility and hard work.
“Good education leads to a good life,” or so I have been told from my family a thousand times over. It is because the rest of my life rest upon the foundation which I root myself in during my high school years. If I don’t grow up and take these years seriously I can expect the fall and winter of my life won’t be nearly as joy able as I would hope it would be. With this I take my school work very serious as if it was my full time job, but to me it is a full time job and I work very hard at it to stride to be the best employee I can be.
Sadly the last thing that has caused the metamorphous from spring to summer in me is the broken thing called a family I come from. When I was younger and when my parents were together they would argue from sun up to sun down. Shortly after they separated and officially got divorce. Growing up without a father in the house has made me have to mature earlier then I was ready for. I looked to my older brother for advice and guidance, but him only being 3 years older than me made me grow up and become my own man. When my mom looks for support she knows she can pillar herself against me or my brother and that we would always be there for her.
In conclusion my change from summer to spring has happened and has morphed me into the young man I am today. Responsibilities were given to me and I took control of them and handled them. With my responsibilities comes my school work which I do to make the rest of my life a good one. And because of my family troubles it has help me put all these things together and carve me into the strapping young man I am. I am no meteorologist but I know I am in the summer of my life what season are you in?