Birthdays are funny things. Some people wait in expectation for the day to arrive each year when people you love celebrate their life. Other people say don’t remind me and wish the day would go by without any notice from anyone.
Yes, I acknowledge there are many opinions in-between these two extremes. I am sure there are lots of different factors as to why people feel a certain way, such as the age they are turning, if they are close or far away from loved ones, and past birthday experiences.
Birthdays in my family have always been a big deal--a special gift sent to school, a favorite meal for dinner with cake and candles, and a party with my friends. This year was a birthday I will never forget.
My apartment mate Rachel made me a gift. Tami, a classmate, baked cupcakes. I received two cards, one from the whole class and the other from Ryan Burkhart. I learned that I share my birthday with two other Sherman students: what are the odds of that? Our classmates sang Happy Birthday while Ryan Conner and I stood at the front of the class. We cut the calvaria off of our cadaver in anatomy lab. Then I spent the evening studying for our first anatomy test on Thursday. What a day to remember!
