I don't feel very different being a legal adult, but that's probably a good thing. The only real difference I have noticed is that I am now allowed to drive as many people as the car I am driving can hold, not just two people who aren't related to me. It almost makes me want to drag four of my friends off to dinner, but I'm too busy. Oh well, I'm sure I'll get my chance to peruse my latest legal privilege soon.
Ooh! And a lady came to my Government class yesterday to register people to vote. I should be getting my voter card soon, which is cool. Although I guess that means I should actually research the candidates sometime between now and next November. Teacher work days, anyone?
Anyway, on my last day of being 17, one of my favorite school Christmas—er, Holiday Season— traditions was carried out again. Every year a few days before break, my school's Madigrals walk around during the lunch period in full Medieval/Rennaissance/Old Timey regalia singing classic Christmas carols. I'm not exactly the biggest fan of my school's chorus (Orchestra, Guitar, Chorus, and Band all seem to have a bit of an ongoing rivalry), but these guys are the cream of the crop and sound amazing. Entire classes will stop as the Mads drift from one hallway to another, singing. People crowd the doors to watch and listen. It's awesome.
One of my friends and I left a few minutes early from lunch yesterday, but neither of us knew the Mads would be caroling. The hallways were nearly empty. We both walked upstairs to go to our respective classrooms when we heard the singing. Other than the chorus and the chorus teacher, we were the only people in that particular hallway. Since the Mads were blocking the way to my classroom (I still had several minutes anyway), my friend and I stopped to listen. We were unsure at first whether we should run off to class or stay and listen—it's really weird to have over twenty people singing really well to you and one other person—but we stayed for a little while and even followed them until it was time to go to class. That made my day.
I'm glad you had a good day!
ReplyDeleteGoodness, I still can't believe that you are 18. Wheee! It makes me feel a bit old. ;) I was 11 when you were born, and you didn't much care for me holding you - everyone else had passed you around, and by that point you had enough.
Have a great day today as well! We love you.
Congratulations! You've accomplished a lot in the past 18 years! I'm proud to be your mom!
ReplyDeleteI love you!