Today Squeaky Books is Featuring Cassandra from Words on Paper. She'll be hosting tomorrow's contest, but today she's going to talk to us about the simple essence of a birthday.
Turning seventeen once, and hopefully never again
I'll try and keep this short and (hopefully) sweet. Okay, so I may not be the most popular person around my school. Not everyone may recall my name. However, that doesn't stop the fact that I love my friends, and even more, for throwing a super awesome birthday party for me this year. It wasn't that it was extravagant. I think just any amount of effort taken, especially since this is our final year at high school, is a highly acclaimed achievement and I couldn't be happier. :)
Swimming carnival. Cake. Soft drinks. A large white-ish sheet acting as a picnic blanket. (That sheet was my costume for the Year 12 parade, and yes, I was laughed at and constantly asked what I was...) Presents. Aaaand... other people.
Was it perfect? No. That's not important. Once again, I'd like to reiterate: "any amount of effort taken, especially since this is our final year at high school, is a highly acclaimed achievement". It was a birthday party. The majority of my close school friends were there, and that's really what this post comes down to, and what I believe "birthday" to symbolise and boil down to: friendship (and family, which have been exempt from this post, since birthday always reminds me of family, but this is one of the only birthdays I got to spend with my friends).