I turned Eighteen today. No more, no less. Eighteen is the year I turned today, and the year I turned today is eighteen. Nineteen is not the right year, nor is seventeen, and twenty is out of the question.

'Tis a sad day, when a poor student like me has to work so hard to simply reference Monty Python.

Elections are tomorrow. Huzzah. And a midterm. ...Ick.