I'm 21 and don't feel too different
When someone turns 21, they end their day at the bar with their, hopefully, first drink. It's one of the unwritten rites of passage in human life. I turned 21 on the 22nd of September. At first, I felt giddy as I opened up presents from my family: a pair of converse weapons, a frightening t-shirt, and a MTG deck box. I felt the love from afar as various extended family members and friends called me or texted me. But my birthday felt slightly virtual. My roommates offhandedly wished me a happy birthday and implied taking me out or buying me a cake, both of which didn't happen. It's not as if I've been flaunting my birthday, but hardly anyone at college even knew the special Tuesday. I never want people to treat me special, but a little part of me hopes I will be treated special. I hope that somebody will surprise me with something small but thoughtful. I attended class from 8am-2pm, tutored from 2-4, coached ba...