I turned sixteen on Tuesday. Paul asked me when my birthday party was, and I told him I wasn’t having one. He had had one for every birthday, including one when he turned sixteen back at the beginning of the school year, so he was very confused. I had to explain why I didn’t want to have any party to celebrate my birthday. My parents did throw small parties when I was younger; mostly their friends and my father’s family would show up. Of course, I don’t remember anything from when I turned two so all I have are stories and video to know that there was a party that year. But the fact that they threw one even if when I had no idea what was going on suggested to me at an early age that my birthday parties were more for the people attending them and not for me. In addition, I don’t like dealing with too many people or too much noise and excitement anyway, so if it is really a celebration for me it’s a terrible one because having a party is doing the opposite of what I want to do. So I haven’t had a party since I was six, when I told my parents to stop and they did.
Instead, it was mostly the same as any other day with the exception of me getting a few gift cards. I didn’t magically develop a sense of what I wanted to ask for in the four months between Christmas and now, so that’s all my parents could get me. Otherwise, it was pretty much business as usual, which is just fine except for the fact that I still had to come here. If we have to celebrate birthdays I’d much rather do it by not having to come to school than dealing with a bunch of people making incredible amounts of noise in my house.
The only real surprise was Kat giving me a copy of Colin McEvedy’s The Penguin Atlas of Modern History. I had talked about how much I liked the McEvedy’s Penguin Atlases of Ancient History, Medieval History, and Recent History, but I didn’t mention that I was missing Modern History to complete the set covering European history. I asked how she got it, and she said that she was at a used book store and she bought the whole Penguin Historical Atlas set without remembering she already had a copy of the Modern History atlas. Which means that either this copy was hers or the copy she bought, but she didn’t say. Either way, the book would have been a used copy, but it looked brand new. Now I feel like I have to figure out something to give her when she turns sixteen, and I have no idea what. Plus, her birthday is a few days after the end of the school year, so I don’t even know if I’ll see her then. At least it isn’t something I have to worry about for nearly two months.