As the dreary eyes of Winter awake, leaves begin to grow on the trees and the Sun starts to steadily creep out from behind the grey clouds. Spring is here. A time which I can only refer to as the 'countdown to Summer'. I think I can relate to it because, as a 17 year old, I feel that I am just counting down to the day when I turn 18.
Eighteen is a huge milestone in anyone's life: you can drink, smoke and buy power tools from hardware stores (exciting times). When I am 18 I will be able to fully call myself a man. I should be able to drive and I would have finished my first term of college, although right now I am just a little tree in a forest of adults trying to grow it's first leaves of the year.
Anyone that is my age and wants to make the best of their life will admit that 17 is an insignificant age. You can try and tell me otherwise all you like but I feel like everything I'm doing is in preparation for the future. I think I just need to accept that I need to save having fun until it is legal for me to do so before my grades turn into dying, rusty brown leaves and get crushed under the feet of my examiners.
Another thing, I recently decided to stop wearing my coat. After that one incredibly sunny Tuesday afternoon I thought it was the right time to man up and venture out of the house without wearing my hibernation cloak that I spent most of my days in throughout the Winter period. It was a bad decision. Since that day I've been spending most of my time rushing between lessons at college and whining about how soul-crushingly cold the weather is. Please, somebody, sort it out.
