Sweet 16, Sour 17?
With midnight a mere tick of the clock away I find myself [alone] pondering over the past almost 17 years of my life… To be honest about 15 of them were a blur yet here I sit on the brink of a new year, questioning what it means to be seventeen…
We’ve chosen our subjects in grade 10 , aren’t certified on them for another year and are aimlessly being tortured with the repetitive yet equally painful reminder in every class that “THIS YEAR IS THE MOST DIFFIICULT. YOU HAVE TO WORK.” as that single soul fails to complete the answer for question 1.2.95 on last night’s homework.
Everyone apart from seventeen magazine seems to discriminate against us.
A few conclusions I’ve reached:
•Being 17 is like getting 79% on a test you’ve killed yourself for.
•People will always question: “Are you eighteen” and retort with a “Oh, you’re still seventeen.” -Well forgive me for following the number sequence!
•You aren’t old enough to be an adult yet so for the time being you’ll pretty much be evaluated as a five year old.
Essentially all that I and most readers are feeling is just one of life’s greater mysteries as is the puzzlement of adolescence what with its mood swings, chocolate cravings, bipolar snap backs and so many other challenges we as teens brace day after exhausting day…
If my own life wasn’t example enough, Zac Efron made it pretty clear that his life as a 17 year old was such a catastrophe he had to repeat it … again.
What’s so special about a birthday apart from the obvious answer of your birth? You’re going to have greater and lower days and in a few months when you’re freaking out about your maths score or whizzing on a rollercoaster the last thing in that wondrous wizard called your brain would be your birthday.
If anything a birthday does serve as a relic how much I have to be grateful for, the magnificent company I’ve been blessed with and I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t acknowledge their even more grandiose gifts I’m shower with 😛
The good news to those seventeen year olds reading , we’re just a few months away from the enlightenment of turning 18
As much as being 17 makes me feel awkward and out of place but if I ever imitate Kim Kardashian on her 30 birthday “…and I’d like to thank you for showing me that there is life after thirty.” Please!Kill me now! In which case I’d never have to write another birthday blog again :’)
_Quixotic Novelist