Personal Experience 18th Birthday

From as long as I knew my legal abilities, I could never wait until the day I finally turned eighteen. I couldn’t possibly fathom how I would fit all of the things I wanted to do in one day. I could play the lottery. I could go buy some cigarettes. I could go to a strip club. I could smoke cigarettes at the strip club while I played the lottery. I could even get a tattoo, which was definitely something I always wanted to do. When I realized my birthday, once again, fell on a day of finals, I couldn’t be more excited considering I knew that I would only have a half day of school. But even better, being a senior, I was privileged enough to be exempt from my finals that day. But even better than that, my birthday fell on Friday, meaning I would have all night and then some to have the best birthday of my life. I wanted to start my day off with something completely awesome, so the first thing on my agenda for my birthday was to go get a tattoo. As I said before, getting a tattoo was something I have always longed to do, so I found it very fitting to go out and ink up my freshly eighteen year old skin as soon as I was able to without parental consent. When I got the tattoo parlor and started filling out that information, I felt a rush of adrenaline go through me. Do you have gonorrhea? Have you used or eaten any products containing bananas or kiwis? Have you received a tetanus shot? Those were some of the questions I had to answer as I was filling out my paperwork. But as I got to the question asking if I had diabetes, I got more nervous than ever. I immediately pictured myself passing out on the floor and being rushed to the hospital in mid-tattoo. So considering I thought I was going to pass out, I ate so many caramels before I sat down thinking it would be a good sugar rush, but surprisingly, the second the needle touched my skin, I was absolutely fine. I think when Melinda saw my reaction, she was expecting more out of me. I myself was expecting more of a reaction