School's Out For Summer! Dun Dun Dun....

Well, it’s the last day of school for me today. Whoooooohooooooooo!!!!! Sophomore year is probably the worst year of high school. Ya know why? Because you can’t drive for starters. I mean you try getting through a whole Saturday sitting at home because you don’t have a ride to go do anything. Your mom is screaming at you to get your homework done and clean your room. I mean c’mon, it’s a Saturday for god’s sake! Isn’t Saturday the day where you take girls on dates and go to the beach? That’s another thing. Taking girls on dates. When you don’t have a car, you have to either meet the girl where you’re going which means that you’re not going to get a kiss or anything farther than that because you have to meet and greet and say goodnight at the flippin’ place, or you have to loan a ride from your parents to take the girl and if you have parents like mine, that would be the last date you would go on with any girl for the rest of your high school and the start of your college career.
Actually, if you had parents like mine, you wouldn’t be going on a date until you are freakin’ 16. That’s right, 16; when my parents adopted me, they decided that I wouldn’t be allowed to watch R rated movies and I couldn’t go on a date until I was 16. Now I don’t know if I’m overreacting about this issue or my parents are having a complex about me getting older or they just want to control me in every possible way, but it’s driving me up the wall and through the roof right up to the moon because I don’t even have the option of going on a date. As I said before, I wouldn’t go on a date with my parents driving in the first place because they’d embarrass me so bad that I’d have to go into a bunker in Latvia for the rest of my adolescent years. It just irks me that I can’t even hit on a girl because I have to stop at that, I can’t ask her to go to dinner because my parents have a total separation complex going on and as long as I plan on going to college, playing sports, or even going to my cousin’s house, I have to play by their rules.
And then there’s the issue of R rated movies, why can’t I watch ‘em like everybody else when they turn 10? I couldn’t even watch certain PG-13 movies until I was 15 and I still can’t watch some like The Fast and the Furious, XXX (the movie), Titanic, the Matrix series, The Simpson’s, shall I go on? I know that I’m not the only sheltered child on this planet, but to any parents reading this, and they see any part of this extensive complaint spewing from my key-board in themselves, they need to really look inside themselves and see that if their parents did this kind of torture to them, that they would all the sudden have the need to kill something, or write a strongly worded memo to their parents telling them exactly how they feel.
Bottom line is that parents need to lighten up. When they were our age, they did, I’m sure, lots of stuff that is way worse than nowadays.
Screaming Buffalo Over and out.