Sixteen Candles

I had a very rude awakening tonight. First, it's important to recognize that for that last year of my life I have been living away from home, doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. This includes leaving without recieving permission from anyone and coming home anywhere from 2-6 am. Basically, I was living the dream. The greatest part of all of this was that I was an adult, and was being treated accordingly.
The rude awakening, then, lies in the fact that I have moved home for the summer. It's almost as if the second I walked through the door, I lost three years on my age and all of the freedom that I had treasured was gone. It's safe to say that I became very vulnerable at that moment and extremely susceptible to punishment. Punishment? I had forgotten what that was....until tonight. Forget the fact that I had already been coming in every night at 12:45 (on average about 3 hours earlier than when I was at college). I walked in tonight and recieved the most demeaning punishment a 19 year old can recieve. I was awarded a 12 o'clock curfew.
I use the term "awarded" very loosely. This award, if actually represented by a tangible trophy, would have been accompanied by a dvd box set of full house reruns and a copy of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie". Don't get me wrong, I love full house, but you get the point. To my mother, I was still a child and she was still in charge of my every move. The most frustrating part of all of this is that I have no control. For whatever reason, I have been forced to revert back to my epically frustrating 16th year. The only difference now is that I'm no longer wishing I'm an adult. I am one. I'm just the only one in this house who knows it.