Birthdays: 1984 v. 1985

In high school I always hated those kids that had late summer/early fall bdays. They were obviously older than me, which meant they got privledges before lowly springish bdayers like myself. This was especially traumatic for me because I'm the first-born child in my family so I was used to being the special one.

Let me back track first. The school year in which I turned 16 was the first year they (the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania) made new drivers have their permit for 6 months and x number of hours behind the wheel before they could take the real license test.

Anywho, I remember this one friend of mine, who I will call Betty. Well, Betty had gotten her real license before I had even called to schedule the test to possibly get my permit. Gosh, I really hated her for a while. But then, I had to like her because she could drive us everywhere minus adult supervision. It was uncharted terriroty for us. If I wanted to drive, she would have to sit in the backseat while my mom sat shotgun. How embarrassing.