Goodbye Seventeen

so 18

the big 1 8

what probably most of the people wait for because :

You become a legal adult as of that age 

You get to 

vote

last chance of getting your N

and in Europe…you can drink…

However , and tell me if I’m the only one, I don’t see the big appeal of the whole thing.

My reason comes from the fact that I have always wanted to turn seventeen. 

Everyone has that age that they always wanted to be and that was mine, not thirteen or sixteen like most other little kids, on 19 or 21 like most of the other teenagers, but it has always been a dream of mine to be 17. It probably has to do with my love of odd numbers and the fact that 17 is just that in between age of turning a sweet sixteen and becoming an adult. It’s that time of your life where most of your relatives do consider you an adult but don’t know if they should discuss everything with you. It’s almost like the dusk of your youth. Yet six year old me probably didn’t have these thoughts swirling in my brain when I thought of seventeen as my golden age. I probably thought of that number because I hadn’t heard anyone else ever say they want to be that age, and then through the years those thoughts and more developed about the greatness of it.

Proving my point, my 17th year was the best year of my life. My sixteenth year had been my worst, starting ON MY BIRTHDAY and ending a week before I had turned 17. That year was so horrible that I remember the first month of me turning 17 everything was so cool, calm and amazing that I literally was convinced there was some magic to it. It was as though everything had turned 2 points up in exposure, the world seemed brighter, less harsh, everything seemed like it was looking up. And unlike my sixteenth year where everything horrible happened and all of it effected me harshly, even when something horrible did happen I simply made it into a lesson and didn’t look much into it.

In a way seventeen really was a golden year, I was greeted with so many different opportunities, learned so many great things, went to so many great places, and discovered so much about myself and the people who surrounded me that I am almost scared to leave this year. However I know through the experiences I gained during this year, nothing will ever go back to the sixteenth year. So as this amazing year is slowly coming to an end, I just hope eighteen, nineteen and so on, treat me the same as seventeen. I hope that it was a way to   re assure me that my life is actually going to be great after experiencing the 16th year. However I hope its not the lollipop doctors give you before jamming their pins and needles inside of you…. not that that’s ever happened to me but you get the point.

Speaking of you…you’re probably sitting here, reading, wondering why in the world I have published this piece

In what way does this effect you

what can you take away from this

how can you use this in your life

And the answer to those questions are that you cant and it has nothing to do with you, but since I treat this as more of a public journal of my thoughts, and since my birthday is a few days away, AND since I have a million assignments, readings and studying for midterms to do, this was a way for me to procrastinate ;-)

so yea….

xx