“When I turn 18, I can do whatever I want, and you can’t do anything about it.” This statement, this declaration has been uttered by probably 90 percent of the teenage population at one time or other for generations. I said it. The good Lord knows I said it. In fact, I am sure my guardian angels are pretty good negotiators based on the fact I survived my teenage years with this phrase coming out of my mouth on an hourly basis. I couldn’t wait to turn 18. Only problem was, I turned 18 in December and had until June to graduate high school. So, I would be eighteen and a half and I would be able to be officially an adult and could do very well what I pleased. Or so I thought.