Birthdays

It is my birthday tommorow. I remember when my birthday was the most important day of the year. I'd stay up late, anxiously awaiting that would signify that I was officially one year older. In the morning, I would eagerly open the presents my parents lined up around my room. Later that evening, we would celebrate with a huge party with a homemade dinner and my favorite strawberry cake.

Nowadays, I hardly even remember my birthday. I stay up the night before chatting or reading, not in anticipation. My birthday is usually on or one day after finals. I look forward to it more as the day after finals, not the day I was born. One year doesn't seem all that much when you're 16, and by that time you don't want to get older anyway. I don't get presents anymore on my birthday. They usually come later, and I don't want much anyway. Instead of a large party, I just go to a nice restaraunt with my parents, if I'm even with my parents.

Tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis.

(Times change, and we change in them).