17

I find it slightly funny I passed over my birthday. Yes, three days ago I hit 17. I don't particularly like birthdays. I like the idea of everyone celebrating your birth, giving you presents, and partying... but I hate expectations. Since 13 or 14 the excitement of a magical day when the number pinned to you changes, lost it's appeal. Not that birthdays are horrible days, but they sort of seem like a let down. If I wanted to rant I could mention that half my friends didn't remember, I wasn't sung to in English or Choir, and the fundraiser I had to attend finally exposed the frustration of some members in our choir. (I take everything that goes on in that class a little too personally because I'm the choir president. I feel like I should be able to stop fights and know everyone well enough to talk to them, but the truth is they're intimidating and I don't ever feel like they respect me no matter how hard I try to be their friend.)

It's fine though. I make it a point never to advertise my birthday because I don't want to bother others and I feel like my real friends already know. Nobody likes singing in English and problems in choir aren't all my fault. Another year of too high expectations has passed. My mom says every Mother's Day is the same way and I'm still not getting a car. :) The one thing that made me feel better was I was reminded that 17 means I can see rated R movies without an adult and aparate if I'm a wizard. Both apply to my life. ;) Better luck next year!