Wednesday // January 27th, 2016 // 9:31pm

PROFILE

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The most ridiculous way I’ve ever heard of singing “happy birthday” has been in my seventh period AP English class. Well, the most ridiculous so far. 

Whenever there’s a birthday, my teacher declares that all are to sing according to the following rules:

  1. Any key.
  2. Any pace.
  3. Any tone of voice.
  4. Any language.
  5. There are no rules.

I feel like I usually shy away from being sung to, even when it’s around a cake with family and friends- I never know where to look or what to do in reaction. However, I think those 30 seconds of embarrassment today were worth it because this particular rendition of this over-sung tune was magnificent. 

I’ve had this blog for two years now, yet somehow I’ve never written a birthday-related post. 

It’s actually rather strange, especially considering the fact that birthdays always prove to be a time of reflection for me. Gaining a year puts my already-overthinking brain into overdrive mode. I end up evaluating every little thing, trying to discern how much progress I’ve made, what I’m going to do in the next year.

This birthday is my sixteenth, and I haven’t done nearly as much overthinking as I thought I would.

Maybe it’s because I’m realizing that this one date isn’t going to change me for good. Yes, I’m officially sixteen now, but that doesn’t automatically set the slate completely fresh. As I grow older, everything is becoming cumulative. I started high school three years ago and now I have trouble imagining what it would be like in any other place. And the people, oh man- people that I barely knew back then have turned into some of the most important people in my life. I have a good feeling that they’ll be sticking around for a while (knocks on wood).

The point is, January 27th is just another day of the year in which I make smaller decisions that build up amongst those of other days to define who I am and who I will become.

But that definitely isn’t to say that I won’t totally enjoy indulging in a good chocolate cake.


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