Eh
I KNOW I didn't turn 17 today.
Same as when I knew I didn't turn 9 on 5/18/1999. I wanted the 8-years-old stage to last... so I really turned 9 in June of that year. That was when I flew half way around the world and ended up in Geneva.
So I know I didn't turn 17 today, because I did that much earlier, back in December. I suppose flying halfway across the country isn't really a rite of passage -- I doubled that back in July -- but leaving Geneva and 7.5 years of my life? That's totally different. Halfway through Junior year is as difficult as it can get, and dealing with that still remains the hardest thing I've had to do. 3 essays in 2 hours? I'll take that any day. In fact, I'd do multiples... say, thirteen 2-hour sessions in a single day. Or something to that effect. And it would still have been easier than leaving.
And I know I don't feel like 17 today anyway, because I upped another year 2 weeks ago. That was the end of a 2-week period that I spent all by myself. Get up when the alarm goes off, shower, eat breakfast, go to school, come back, go to tennis, come back, eat dinner, waste time until midnight, sleep. Rinse and repeat 14 times. Not a single late homework assignment (compared to the 2 or 3 I've tallied up in the weeks prior) and only one day late to school (for about 2 or 3 total here at Johnston). After a week went by I just got accustomed to it all.
I definitely miss that too.
So here I go, looking forward to my 19th, or 20th, or whatever-th year in this crazy crazy life.
Same as when I knew I didn't turn 9 on 5/18/1999. I wanted the 8-years-old stage to last... so I really turned 9 in June of that year. That was when I flew half way around the world and ended up in Geneva.
So I know I didn't turn 17 today, because I did that much earlier, back in December. I suppose flying halfway across the country isn't really a rite of passage -- I doubled that back in July -- but leaving Geneva and 7.5 years of my life? That's totally different. Halfway through Junior year is as difficult as it can get, and dealing with that still remains the hardest thing I've had to do. 3 essays in 2 hours? I'll take that any day. In fact, I'd do multiples... say, thirteen 2-hour sessions in a single day. Or something to that effect. And it would still have been easier than leaving.
And I know I don't feel like 17 today anyway, because I upped another year 2 weeks ago. That was the end of a 2-week period that I spent all by myself. Get up when the alarm goes off, shower, eat breakfast, go to school, come back, go to tennis, come back, eat dinner, waste time until midnight, sleep. Rinse and repeat 14 times. Not a single late homework assignment (compared to the 2 or 3 I've tallied up in the weeks prior) and only one day late to school (for about 2 or 3 total here at Johnston). After a week went by I just got accustomed to it all.
I definitely miss that too.
So here I go, looking forward to my 19th, or 20th, or whatever-th year in this crazy crazy life.