I’ve been a slave my whole life– to my family, my friends, my schoolwork– but no more. You see, now I am eighteen (as of 3 months ago), which means that I am almost grown, able to do more than I ever could before. It is finally my turn to have expectations of people, not just having them expect the world of me. It means I can curse out little old ladies who bump into me if I want to–I am not forced to hold my tongue anymore. You know the deal. When you’re a kid you can’t do anything without the threat of a punishment over your head, but once you’re an adult… it’s all about you.
But you know what’s real about being almost grown? Making the big mistakes everyone keeps telling you that you’ll make before you get it right. That’s the scary part, I guess. To me, it’s just a bittersweet tingle down my spine, anticipation mixed with anxiety. I’ve been trying to figure out what my big mistakes will be for a while now. Only time will tell. But as soon as I know, dear reader, so will you.
To date, I haven’t had too many misadventures, other than the rapid fall of my grades due to a little thing called senioritis. I will be at Purdue University in the fall (if I pass my finals), which promises to be filled with opportunities for misadventure. Until then… well, u can read the footer. Peace!
Stay tuned for another misadventure of this almost grown woman…until the next time, keep it true, no matter how many feelings truth hurts!