To be eighteen

Happy birthday Mr. Eighteen

You wake up in a random morning. Look at your phone display and find out it's past 10 am and it's not some random morning. It's your 18th birthday. It's really nothing when you look at your older sibiling who's already in college and have a driver's license. But to you it is a big deal, you can do a lot of things without parenting consent!
And mostly it's all this year is about, things you have to do because you're no longer a minor, for instance, getting a job or move out (I would love to do both, but I can't afford a good place, its bills and furniture). So the pressure begins: you have to find a job, get a driver's license, get into college, and most important of all, you have to act like an adult. To hear you are not a child becomes very common, and you can't even listen to a Taylor Swift song anymore without getting a "you're not a teenager anymore, stop listening to this crap".
But it is a fact that you're not a teenager, and that fact can be proven whenever you want to get hammered, you can (unless you're in the US, then wait 3 more years or get a fake id just like an irresponsible teenager), but make sure it's on a Friday, otherwise you'll have to work with a horrible hangover or come up with an useless excuse when everyone knows you drank too much the day before. Welcome to the adult life. And don't worry, it just gets worst.