the last few hours of… childhood

Two hours, 5 minutes… bar hopping anyone? Not that I could drink anyway… not that I’d want to smell the smoke anyway… not that I’d ever go bar hopping… 🙂

But I could.

Today I signed a permission slip, dated it tomorrow, and handed it right back to the teacher. Now that, my friend, is a good feeling. It’s like finally controlling your own destiny. Finally saying, yeah… the government officially recognizes that I’m mature enough to handle my own life… even though I’ve always been more mature than half the bozos out there. Ahh well, such is life. My old elementary school principal used to say I was 7 going on 30. Hehe…

It’s strange, how suddenly all in a few days I’m mentally ready to leave and start a new life and I’m legally allowed to. Strange, how despite all that, I won’t, and I can’t. But it’s ok, because I’m taking things in stride. I’m slacking… for me at least. I don’t care… I want to do what I want to do. I want to write (immer) and read, do puzzles and type my life away, practice den ganzen Tag. Screw school. That’s not what I want. Hey, this is a part of growth, I think. I change my outlook, I focus on me. I find what I want to do with my life.

Happy almost birthday to me!