Class on how to be 18

Growing up is scary

So far I don’t like it all that much

I am expected to know

What I want to be in perfect detail

I have to learn how to drive

Without being afraid of the big trucks

I am starting to feel like time is running out

My days of being a kid

Slowly vanishing

The days when driving did not involve me behind the wheel

And school did not involve worrying about grades

If they are good enough for college 

My parents tell me I need more sleep 

But I’d rather be sleepy 

Have an excuse to miss class

I can’t comprehend being 18

Then 19, 20, 21

Will I drink or will I be the designated driver

How will I make money so I have enough 

I wonder why there is no class

On how to be an adult