Alas, our splendid planet has made another 365 day cycle round the Sun a 15th time since I was born. There have been no dramatic changes. I’m still splendid. Homo economicus did a reflection on his blog when he turned 30, so I suppose that I ought to do the same.
I began my birthday with a 3 hour long standardized test that the school district is required to give us every year to measure our achievement. Today we took part of the Writing exam and part of the Mathematics exam. The fact that I could have done the 9th grade level math problems in 3rd grade and finished halfway through the alloted time, while a substantial percentage of students are unable to score partially proficient on the test, was lamentable.
Afterwards, I walked to the local Dairy Queen for lunch with two of my friends, one of whom was slightly high on pain killers because she had gotten a stick stuck in her leg the week before and still had stitches, and the other one was being slightly more introverted than usual. I was then stuck at school with nothing to do for an hour waiting for mum to pick me up.
I’ve never really done much for my birthdays in the past. The year I turned 13 I wasn’t exactly thrilled about becoming a teenager because at the time I thought that teenagers were crazy, depressed, and sex-deprived (I still kinda do). The year I turned 14, I invited 10 friends to a party at a local Chinese restaurant and a total of 5 showed up. I never really understood why we bothered celebrating birthdays other than to get the free presents and food.
As you can tell by my blog entries up until this point, I had already gained quite a lot of wisdom within 14 years on Earth. It’s not like turning 15 was going to give me a sudden burst of maturity and intelligence. I’m still going to be told that I can’t do certain things because of my age, no matter what my abilities are. There was no real reason to look forward to becoming 15.
But, I’ve only recently realized that I could have just as easily not been born at all, and I’ve only recently been able to realize that being able to come into the world is quite a wonderful gift. When you think about it that way, I definitely do think that birthdays are worth celebrating. If not for the gathering of friends who don’t show up anyway, then at least to celebrate the remarkable event of being able to be born into the human race during this time.
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