Next Tuesday, March 31st, is my birthday. I will be turning seventeen. A lot of people find that hard to believe. I’m in my junior year of high school when most people turn seventeen, but I’m also pretty tall and look older I guess. Whenever I tell people I’m still sixteen they act really shocked and then proceed to tell me that I am “tall for a sixteen year old”. Tall or not, I’m still sixteen. I wasn’t planning on doing much for my birthday. Just going out to lunch with my family. Maybe hangout with my friends. But, then my friends were saying I should have a party. I was against the idea for a really long time because I can’t remember the last time I had, or even went, to an actual birthday party and I don’t think seventeen is that big of a deal. I mean I didn’t have a party when I turned sixteen. I went snowboarding with my family and my friend. Slowly, but surely my friends have been making me come around to the idea. I’m thinking about having a pool or beach party since I have an undying love for the water. In hindsight it seems like a great idea. However, like I do with most things in my life; I’m worried about it. I mean I don’t know who I’m going to invite. I have people in mind, but what if someone who I don’t invite gets offended. Not to mention that some people don’t like to swim. A few of my friends fall in to that category. I’m also not the biggest fan of attention. I think that’s why I stopped having birthday parties in the first place. I was planning to have my party sometime over spring break, but some of my friends are in college and have a different spring break from me. The biggest problem of all would be the fact that I don’t actually have a pool. Which I know is a huge setback since I’m planning to have a pool party, but my aunt has a pool that she would let me use without question. It just adds to the anxiety of not having a set plan. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. If it’s meant to be, it will happen and all will go smoothly.