Waiting in the car
It’s no secret among my friends that I am the youngest in our year. While the majority of my friends are 21 and getting there, I still have around eleven months to go. That’s right I turn 21 midway through my last year of college. It’s pretty frustrating I guess, mainly because I see no difference in maturity between us, just a law or two is in my way.
Make no mistake, this is a college town and it’s certainly not dry. However, it would be nice to be able to go into a bar with my friends and get a drink or two. Nothing crazy, more mundane and routine.
