In the larger scheme of my life, 17 does not seem monumental. It lacks the saccharinity [that's a word! Well Safari doesn't mark it as misspelled!] of 16, and the scary legality of 18. I can legally do magic outside of school, but not much else.
In reality, though, 17 is pretty damn important. It's my last birthday in high school. My last birthday among all the friends I've grown up with– well, since fifth grade. I am sadly not really in touch with anyone from Culver, save on Facebook, which really doesn't count but enables them to read this should they choose to do so. What's up?!
18 has this sense of being the first nail in your coffin, even though you're still young and in college [most likely. In high school, actually, for most people]. Sixteen is the perfect age to capture youth. 17 just middles along, not young, not old. Like Britney Spears in "Crossroads!" I think.
There were certain things I wanted to accomplish before my seventeenth birthday, and it didn't really work out. However, they were rather trivial, so it's not too horrid. Maybe I can just knock 'em out by the end of the actual year.
Senior year will probably be one of the more memorable years of my life and I'll be 17 for the duration of it. I had more to say, but now I'm blanking. This is what old age gets you!
I'm young though!
I think my biggest regret this year was failing to see "The Sound of Music" once.
I am 16, going on 17...
2 comments:
saccharinity-->sweet 16....clever clever.
I can't believe I'm older than you (by less than a month but still older) when you're so tall and intelligent and a bit crazy and full of Sound of Music references/references nobody our age really understands because you were borne* in the wrong era and place.
*I probably used the word incorrectly but it's more British-looking :D
Anyway...we're still young!!! Save some craziness for the future :)
The power of Britain compels you! To keep posting. Unless you're busy 24/7. Then it's ok.
....OCCUPY!
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