Of Revelations That I Shouldn’t Have At This Hour Of Night.

So as usual at this hour of night, i start thinking about stuff that have nothing and everything to do with anything, then it hit me. When i graduate from high school, the national certificate aka: Sanaweyya 3amma, i’ll be 20. Wow-ish huh? I got this mental image of my crawling out of the premises in a beard and a ragged habit. In case you were wondering, yes, i am a dude in my head. Then i had this other revelation of how, even if i was convicted of man slaughter, i wouldn’t get 20 years. What did children do that makes it imperative for adults to put them away for 20 years till they’re somehow suitable to strut amongst them? It’s odd. It feels..wrong somehow, i’ll be 20 when i’m finally out of school. My friend just turned 20, but he’s in the third year in college. That makes sense, a little. But 20? A 20-year-old high school graduate? Hm. I didn’t even flunk anything! It’s not my fault that i had a nutty nun in charge that thought it was in our best interest to be older than usual to make stuff easier! She just kept postponing the applications till we were old enough to realize that we could’ve applied elsewhere. I don’t wanna be 20 when i get out of school. I’ll get labelled monk in college or summat. Blah.