February 26, the celebrated day of my birth, the day I came into existence. An important day, at least to me. Yes, I did turn 18 yesterday. Now I am legal to buy cigarrettes, vote, and, last but certainly not least, I can bail people out of jail. I am a legal adult, and I have personal freedom. But what does that mean?
Now, me turning eighteen does have some perks, such as no more parental signatures are needed for activities, you know stuff like that. But I had a moment there that I was thinking to myself that I never wanted to 18, and that I was going to go to bed the night before, and not get up in the morning because I wanted to stay 17. Mind you, I was pretty exhausted, not to mention borderline crazy, so luckily that was just a thought that passed through my head.
So now I am excited to be eighteen, in fact, I might go out and buy a pack of cigarettes, go vote, or get one of my friends arrested so I can go bail them out of jail. Just think, in another year I will be nineteen, the last year of what seems to be my never ending teen years.
So now, I pose my questions to you, the reader. What did turning eighteen mean to you and how have you embraced it or rejected it? And for those of you under eighteen, What do you think turning eighteen will mean to you?
Huh.....I'm not sure I have a very interesting viewpoint for this story but here goes:
When I turned eighteen, nothing special happened. I couldn't afford a big party or invite friends for some personal shindig. Really the biggest deal for me was the realization of "Whoa, I'm an adult now." I heard one of my friends saying he'd buy a pack of cigarrettes when he turned eighteen. Not to smoke them. Just because he could. I thought that was a little silly, but maybe that's just because I think tobacco companies get enough dough as it is.
So, I'm pretty excited to turn eighteen. My birthday isn't until May, but I am eagerly awaiting it. Why?
Independence.
No longer will I have to worry about meeting a curfew. No longer will I live my life as an opressed "minor". Every kid dreams of the day they get their *rights of the majority* as the law puts it. Being an adult. Buying your own car. Signing the Lease on your first place. GOING TO COLLEGE. Lol. There is so much that comes with being 18.
I mean, heck, it's when your parents FINALLY start seeing you as an adult and FINALLY start listening to you and let you make your own decisions. Something that every kid wants the day they pop out of the womb. XD I mean, I'm mostly excited to just be able to make my own decisions and get on my own. To go out and stay out.
Of course, the excitement is fueled by different reasons for different people.
I mean,
we can't forget the party.
I don't know about you but I didn't get a sweet 16 and my mom promised me and 18th, which will eventually be outweighed by your 21st birthday and all that follow. The party is something that signifies you becoming an adult and you entering "REALITY."
Something adults seems all to sure that we are never ready for.
I didn't turn eighteen until after I had already started my freshman year of college. My parents signed a permission slip for me to live in a dorm. I wasn't old enough to go out to college night with my friends. I felt like I was just missing out on the world. Being one of the youngest in my high school class, most of my friends could sign themselves out of there. Not me, if I was sick, I had to call mommy and daddy to have them give me permission. That birthday was a huge deal for me regardless of the fact that I don't smoke, I have yet to bail someone out of jail, and I have no need to buy X-rated movies.
I turned eighteen about a month ago and I had the same feelings as you. I didn't want to become an adult.... in legal terms anyway. I liked being 17 and I didn't want it to end. On my birthday I went into work late so I could renew my license and register to vote. I pretty much feel the same right now except I kind of do feel more pressure and responsibility on my shoulders. I believe I am pretty responsible, but now at 18 I feel the need and pressure to be
Thanks for all your posts! I guess when I turned sixteen I didn't have a party or any thing special. In fact, I stayed at home all day, because it was a Sunday. I also didn't really do much for my 18 birthday either. I went to school and came home and did nothing. I went out to supper with my mom too for my birthday, and I kind of think that my own dad forgot about my birthday... Sad. But then again, I wasn't expecting it to be such a great day.
Not long after I turned 18, I ended up in the hospital. This meant, all my insurance forms were addressed to me, even though I still could not handle them.
http://www.progressiveu.org/blog/tricia0711
Ah, the wonders of adulthood.
I think the biggest part of me "becoming and 'adult'" was getting my own insurance... what a scary thing to fill out my own paperwork at the doctor's office!
i actually called the other day and made my first appointment on my own (I haven't had insurance since I turned 18 1/2 and now I'm 19 3/4, lol) and it was really strange. Normally, they'd ask my mom what insurance to bill and what time works for us, but instead, they were asking me.
I've lived on my own for a while, but that was still a very eye-opening step into adulthood.
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