Growing Up!

I’m Michae. As stated previously, I am the mastermind behind the blog. Sorta. Okay, the other guys come up with most of the stuff, I just organize it.

Anyhow! About me. I’m 17 years old and I struggle a lot with the idea of turning 18 this year. The idea that I will legally be an adult, and have adult responsibilities just freaks me out so bad. Like, I can’t even keep my grades above a D without my mom’s help, how am I supposed to pay taxes and choose a college, and choose a career? I have a severe fear of growing up.

I moved around a lot as a kid. At age 17, I have lived in seven different states and ten different houses. I have gone to eight different school, four elementary schools, two middle schools, one intermediate school, and one high school. What I’m trying to get at, I suppose, is that I have issues with change. You would think that moving around so much I would get accustomed to it, but you’d be wrong. I don’t like change. I don’t like moving. I don’t like having to make new friends. I don’t like new houses. I don’t even like it when I have to throw out an old shirt that’s been sitting in the back of my closet for decades without being so much as looked at, or getting rid of that really uncomfortable shoes that nobody likes and I never wear because when I do they give me blisters and make me feet feel like they’re going to fall off.

This really sucks, because so much has changed for me in the past few years. My older sister got married two years ago, and they had a child (who, by the way, is the most adorable and precious baby girl EVER) last November. My brother is serving an LDS (not polygamists, thats FLDS) mission in Suriname (actually, until he gets his Visa he’ll be in barbados, but you know… Same difference). And I… I’m graduating in a year. Becoming a legal adult in less than one. Also, my little sister is driving now, which is an unhealthy combination of insane and absolutely terrifying.

I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do about this. I wish I could stop time and stay 17 for a few years, and have fun, and not worry about growing up so quickly. I wish I could fly off to Neverland with Peter and stay there till, like Wendy, I decide that it’s time for me to grow up. But, obviously, I can’t, and that sucks.  At the moment, as cliche as it sounds, I’m just...taking it one step at a time. I can’t stop growing up. I can’t control whether I become an adult or not. I can, however, keep my grades up so I can stay in my school’s auditioned choir next year. I can be in region drama and sing a song from “The Sister Act.” I can go to work every Tuesday and Thursday and not claw my eyes out (I’m a part time nanny, I love them, but it’s tough). These are the things I can control, and that’s what I’m doing right now.