I am turning 17 in 10 days. 10 DAYS!!! I can hardly wait, I’m so hyper about it. 17…only one more year ’til I go on to learn all about how to be a doctor.
Hopefully after that and all things permitting, I can go into the army as a surgeon.
I am a girl, I am really tall and big, so I’ll never be a model. I don’t really want to be, either, so that’s okay. I want to drive a motorcycle and ski all winter and have an awesome time, laughing at my stupidity regularly, with my friends.
I am only 16 going on 17 and I already have my perfect future planned out. Even though I’m not naive enough to believe that it will go smoothly.
I am straight. I have never kissed a boy. I have kissed a girl, though. I was 7, so I don’t count it as sexual. It was more like “I dare you to . . . ew! You actually did!”
I have felt love but it has never come to anything meaningful, like a date or being more than friends.
I love a really weird mix of music. If you had all the music I like in one place, you’d probably think I was high half the time and drunk the second.
I don’t really know why I’m putting all of this out here in cyberspace. I guess it’s because I’m just so happy that I’m nearly done with the mundane routine of school and family and school again.
But then I’m nearly 17. And this is when everything I do will change.
I will get to learn how to drive and my parents are finally letting me have some freedom and I no longer have to wear a school uniform everyday. I don’t have to worry about what is supposedly ‘cool’ because I’ll be getting an allowance soon, and so I won’t have my parents’ money to spend on the stuff that everyone has but doesn’t need.
I can legally learn to drive a tractor, buy scissors, order a beer in a pub without my parents present and soon, I will be learning how to drive.
And then I can escape.