Inevitability is setting in. Pumpkin spice lattes at
Starbucks are back (WHOO!) and I had to put on the only long sleeve shirt in my
closet this morning. Fall is in the air, and Vanderbilt is putting its nose to
the grindstone. First exams are coming up, job applications are due and test
results are coming in. My dad emailed me his hotel reservation for graduation
in the spring. Sigh. I thought the year had just started.
In 30 minutes, one of my best friends will find out her MCAT
score. This is the second time she has taken the test and a lot is riding on
this number, this simple little number. If her score goes up, she’ll apply to
med schools and start the education to become a doctor that makes my liberal
arts undergrad degree seem like preschool playtime. But if her score goes down, my friend will face crushing
disappointment. Or so she perceives it. She’s wanted to be a pediatrician since
high school and all of her plans are in the balance right now, all based on
this score. Her value to the schools is only a number, but I know she’s so much
more.
One of the things that people need to know about our
generation is how much we want to be valued. We’ve been raised to achieve, to
set ourselves apart. We didn’t grow up playing, we grew up training, It was a
competition from the beginning, because we were taught that our value was
contained in what we could produce or achieve. My friend says she knows that
her score doesn’t define her, but in a way, it does. She might be able to
explain on the application her passion for people, but an admissions officer
will never be able to see her carefully bandage the twisted ankle of one of her
campers or her calming effect on my frazzled nerves. Because of culture’s
obsession with achievement, the way my friend wanted to help people may have to
change.
You’d think we’d be ok with change, but we’re not.
Millenials come from parents who scheduled playdates and practices, and we do
it to ourselves. Go with the flow? Not with a med school application in the
works, running a service organization and a part time job. We’re ADD about our
activities, but we don’t like changing our plans. And leaving things up to
chance? Yeah, right.
We want to control what happens to us because our
achievements are how we are evaluated. “And I need at least a ___ on my ___ to
get into ____” is a phrase I have heard after many a dramatic monologue from an
exhausted college peer. We make plans (or plans are made for us) at such a
young age and when we figure out that they might not pan out exactly the way we
wanted, we’re at a loss.
Lost at 22? It’s not entirely groundbreaking, but I think
it’s more difficult for us because we have such high expectations placed on us.
Sometimes, though, things just don’t work out the way we want them to. We’ve
got to keep moving, keep searching for things that will fulfill us as people,
not other people who will see us as just things.
As I’ve mentioned, our generation has many challenges we
need to rise to, and that’s fine, but we need to rise to the challenges as people,
not test scores or resumes. Plan B shouldn’t have to stand for Plan Bad or Plan
Bust. We need step away from Plan A and Plan B and just be. Plan Be. Be
yourself, and be happy with that.