Eighteen

By Beverly

At 18, you know everything. Life is so perfect, and your path is clear of burdens that may hinder your remaining teenage years. On Friday night, you're going out with Jamie, and then on Saturday night, there's Kevin's party. You've decided that this will be the place to debut your hot new threads, turn some heads, and maybe catch a few eyes.

At 18, you know everything. You know how hard it is to balance school and work, and balance your money. You know how to save just enough for that party this weekend, that 'you know who' will be attending. Here's the opportunity to wear that new outfit. Dress to kill!

At 18, you know everything. You know how much to save for car insurance and payments, and still have enough to buy those hot new seat covers for your ride. Now it gets tough. You have to choose between the party and the seat covers. What would you do? The fate of your entire social life hangs in the balance! If you get the seat covers, then you'll have cool seats, but no one to sit in them, because everyone you know will be at that party. But, if you go to the party, no one will want to go with you because of your lack of seat covers. Then, when everyone sees you alone, they'll all laugh at you.

At 18, you know everything. You know the true value of friendship is measured upon whether your buddies buy you a keg for your 18th birthday, and if you can compare how many people you've slept with. True friends will hold your hair back as you're hugging the toilet bowl after having one beer too many. True friends will reassure you that the itching, burning sensations you've experienced in the past week are completely normal, even though it's never happened to them.

At 18, you have a lot to learn.

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