The Big 2-0.
Well the day has arrived. I am no longer a teen. I am finally 20. I have heard so many great things about being 20. Some people tell me that this is the best year of your life.
This is obviously sarcastic. 20 is looking pretty bleak to be honest. I mean yeah, cool, I'm no longer a teenager, but what can I do now that I couldn't do then? Watch all of my friends slowly turn 21 one by one. Only one more year until it actually matters for me.
Don't worry, this isn't a post about how badly I wish I was turning 21 instead of 20 (although it does seem like it....). Obviously this post needs to relate to some cliché aspect of life and it will probably resemble previous posts, but whatever.
Truth be told I am excited and nervous about being 20. I'm excited to be closer to a real adult but I'm also frightened at the thought of real adulthood. I'm already sick of paying my credit card bill and I can't even cook for myself... And I'm nervous about leaving the comfort of my teenage years behind. As a teenager I can blame stupid things I do on the fact that I am a stupid teenager but I feel like now I am expected to know things. And I'm gonna screw something up. It wouldn't be life if I didn't.
This past year has been great for the most part. I have made progress in finding out the person I am becoming and sophomore year was a blast (if you didn't already get that from the last post). Although there are some parts I would change if I could, they have taught me some very valuable lessons.
I hope the fact that I will only be 20 will have little impact on how this year will go. Although I will have to sit back and watch my friends make their way to Mick's, my time will come and I know I will still make the most of what this year has to offer. So here goes nothin'. Bring it on 20.
This is obviously sarcastic. 20 is looking pretty bleak to be honest. I mean yeah, cool, I'm no longer a teenager, but what can I do now that I couldn't do then? Watch all of my friends slowly turn 21 one by one. Only one more year until it actually matters for me.
Don't worry, this isn't a post about how badly I wish I was turning 21 instead of 20 (although it does seem like it....). Obviously this post needs to relate to some cliché aspect of life and it will probably resemble previous posts, but whatever.
Truth be told I am excited and nervous about being 20. I'm excited to be closer to a real adult but I'm also frightened at the thought of real adulthood. I'm already sick of paying my credit card bill and I can't even cook for myself... And I'm nervous about leaving the comfort of my teenage years behind. As a teenager I can blame stupid things I do on the fact that I am a stupid teenager but I feel like now I am expected to know things. And I'm gonna screw something up. It wouldn't be life if I didn't.
This past year has been great for the most part. I have made progress in finding out the person I am becoming and sophomore year was a blast (if you didn't already get that from the last post). Although there are some parts I would change if I could, they have taught me some very valuable lessons.
I hope the fact that I will only be 20 will have little impact on how this year will go. Although I will have to sit back and watch my friends make their way to Mick's, my time will come and I know I will still make the most of what this year has to offer. So here goes nothin'. Bring it on 20.
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