Barely Legal

To the readers of my blog posts, you might have read my "Bye Bye, Sweet Sixteen" entry. If you didn't, read it. Well, now, I'll be saying goodbye to being seventeen in roughly four months. Ack! I'm turning 18 and I haven't killed anyone yet! Haha! Kidding, I may not go to jail (since juvenile prison does not exist here) but I'll be kicked out from UP Kong Mahal. So, no to the killing. But anyway, being 18 means more responsibilities, right? I could be a guardian, I'm finally an adult! Ain't that cool! Drinking would be legal! I can have a professional driver's license! Wow! But... I don't want to be 18 yet. I loved being 17, more that I loved being 16. As a 17-year-old, I wasn't emo. I wasn't caught up in heavy teenage drama. I was living the way every person should: light and easy, with no worries. Hakuna Matata! I went through the year happy and almost problem-free (almost since academics and jerks still exist in this era). I finally found true friends (charing. ang mga feeler diyan na may right maging feeler, ang inyuhang atay, bantaya). I finally had a taste of independence. I finally got to do everything I wanted to do. I enjoyed my eight months of seventeen-dom.
Well, I've got a few months left, might as well make the most of it. I still plan to do more crazy stuff. Heii, I'm still a kid, I have that right!