I turned 18 on the 11th of December 2015, which was Thursday. On the 10th, I went to bed at 17:00 p.m., after coming home from school, having lunch and watching a bunch of YouTube videos. My mom woke me up at 12 a.m. She wished me a happy birthday and told me how proud she is of me, and of the fact that I managed to push through three years (almost four now!) of the heartache that is the American College of Sofia, which I did at the expense of getting no sleep, having no social life and completely damaging my nervous system (I turn into an actual crybaby when I realize I don't have enough time to study for a test or finish a homework assignment). Then, she told me that she admires one of the few good qualities that I have - never giving up on my dreams. When I set a goal, I don't give up until I accomplish it. Last year, for example, I had SUCH a hard time in history class and it looked like I was going to finish the year with a C. In the beginning of the second semester, however, I told myself "Gabby, get your shit together and show that b***h who's the boss" and I ended up with a near excellent grade on my final (an essay on World War 2), which led to me finishing the year with a B instead of the C I was slowly coming to terms with. You can't imagine how happy I was that the two months, which I spent working on that essay without sleeping, eating or going out paid off. At this point of the conversation my mom was crying quietly, whilst holding my hand, and I was beginning to tear up. She handed me a bag (top left corner), saying "I hope you travel the world with it" and a necklace with the music key "sol" on it (bottom left corner), adding "and I also hope that music stays close to your heart forever". Afterwards, she gave me a pair of gloves (top right corner), with no special message this time. We hugged and I thanked her.
On the 11th (Friday), I didn't do much. All I did was I replied to 3 comments left by my classmates on a PowerPoint presentation I had made for my civics class. I had totally forgotten about this assignment and it was around 19:00 p.m. when I realized I have to get on with it. The other thing I did was I responded to Facebook messages/wall posts of friends and family members, who were kind enough to wish me a happy birthday.
ps. I might have eaten cake as well, but I have no memory of it.
On the 12th (Saturday) was the birthday "celebration". I went to see The Hunger Games with my best friend, Didi, who gave me a coffee scented candle (bottom right corner) because she knows how much I love coffee (mah drug) and candles (mah chill pill). Combine the two (thank you, Didi, for doing so) and you get the perfect gift for me.
Overall, we had a great time. We ate our favorite Burger King ice-cream, and I may or may not have cried during the last 10 minutes of the movie (DON'T JUDGE ME, I AM HUMAN, I GET EMOTIONAL TOO! + I already told you I'm a crybaby).
This is all I did and got for my birthday. To everyone who said happy birthday, thank you for making it special! You put a smile on my face and no words can describe how grateful I am to have such amazing friends and family.