Hey hey hey now! Don’t bash our generation, Andros_X. We didn’t put bush in there. You guys get all the credit for that. Born 1986, planning to vote (Still hoping that Kerry still has a chance, but realistically planning on voting for Dean).
FairyChatMom, you come sit over here by me. I’ve got Geritol on tap over here…
The “holy crap I’m old thing” really hit me last year when I saw a sign that said “you must have been born on or before this date in 1982 to purchase alcohol” and I thought, oh man… I was out of high school on or before this date in 1982!
And I live with someone who was born in 1990. In fact, I actually GAVE BIRTH to someone who was born in 1990.
Um. Funny. I notice a lot more people from MY generation making a statement and political impact than I do people from older generations.
There’s no need to bash generations, cause a) it’s not nice and b) usually wrong. Your bitter elders probably thought you were a pretty worthless crop of 18-year-olds too…
Anyway, I can vote! Yee-haw!
I face this every day when I walk into my classroom and look at my high school students. Most of them were born after I graduated high school myself. Ouch. Just ouch.
I am sooo voting in next year’s presidential election. 18 next July…
I feel it is my duty as an American citizen to do my part to keep idiots out of public office.
Ya know, I have moments when things like this hit me and I’m sort of surprised.
Then I realize that people were probably saying the same thing back in 1991, when I turned 18. “Oh my gosh! People born in 1973 can vote”.
So what. I hope the 18 year olds today do vote - whether I do or do not agree with who they vote for.
Too many people that I know in the 25-30 range don’t vote, something that drives me nuts about my age group. Me? I vote and have since I was 18.
I’m only 19
But it still bothers me when they play songs on the flashback lunch hour that I grew up too!
Last year I went to the retirement party of an elementary school principal. His first teaching job, thirty-five years earlier, was as a sixth grade teacher, and the class included yours truly. We went to his wedding! He’s a grandfather! God, I feel old, especially as I myself am old enough to be a grandmother.
Not long ago my fourth grade nephew was in my apartment, along with his mom(a younger sister) and another aunt,(the third sibling.)The latter had to make a phone call after her beeper went off, and used my rotary dial phone. Nephew watches her dial in a puzzled fashion, and afterwards asks “How do you do that?” He’d probably never seen a rotary phone in use!
Pass me the bottle of Geritol LifeOnWry.
Sure thing, Baker honey. You want a Metamucil chaser with that?
Seventeen. Yikes.
I hadn’t dated yet, hadn’t graduated, been driving for seeming ages, didn’t care about drinking as I’d already seen relatives die from it and classmates kill friends while drunk and get sympathy for it. (“You only took your GF’s leg off, though!” Said one girl…).
Thankfully, I was almost out of HS.
Sheesh.
I was born in 1984, and I’ve voted in two elections so far. Unfortunately, it seems that most of the people I was trying to keep out of office won.
Sadly, it seems like none of my friends from high school vote. My college, on the other hand, is quite the bastion of liberalism, so at least we vote, but I fear that the homogeneous atmosphere keeps my peers from being able to successfully market their politics to the American populace at large when they graduate. Not that I, as something of a classical liberal, have any love for the effete liberalism of academia, but I’d rather not see America move any further in the direction Bush is taking it.
Yeah, but…
CAN THEY DANCE?!
:dubious:
I was born close to 1985 (late '84), and I can not dance.
Pass that Geritol. (I’ll skip the Metamucil, thanks.) On this date in 1982, I was in law school. And married.
Old, old, so very old, and yet, with infants in my home. They say that your children can keep you young.
Excuse me while I go and pray. 
Gee, thanks, Cervaise. I’m 25 and you’ve got me feeling ancient.
In 1985, my mom gave me my first game system… an Atari 2600 when everyone else was getting their first Nintendos. Still, Pitfall did kick ass.
Several years ago I ran into one of my high school teachers at the county fair. As we talked he mentioned that he was getting ready to retire in a couple of years. I said, “You’re not that old yet.” He said, “How long have you been out of high school?” Not one of my best moments.
And then a couple of years ago I walked into my daughter’s eighth grade classroom and there was a timeline drawn on the blackboard. Where it was marked for 1977 it said, “Mr. N (her teacher) was born.” Four years after I finished high school! Depressing, I tell you.
And it doesn’t help that one of the new teachers at my daughters’ high school this year went to school with my son. These boys should still be about 8 years old, for crying out loud.
That was funny! I laughed so hard I had to go change my Depends. :eek:
Well, I was eligible to vote in 1972, which would have been Nixon’s reelection year.
I was born in 1980. I have two degrees (including Law) and ten months of full-time work under my belt. I’ve voted in two Federal elections, one State election and one Federal Referendum. I’ve been able to legally drink for five-and-a-half years and drive for six-and-a-half.
Yet many of the posters are older than my parents.
Feeling old yet?
I seem to think I can when I’m drunk.