I'm growing up, but am I ready?

Earlier this evening I'm fairly certain that I intimidated a fellow student here at Dordt College. This caused me to ask myself, am I growing up and becoming an adult, someone who no longer has characteristics of a student, but characteristics of a "grown up"?

My answer-I sure hope not.
Reality's answer-yep.

My answer: I don't think that I'm ready to become an adult, one who has to make life-changing decisions and be responsible 100% of the time. A part of me longs for the days when it was my parents who had to take responsibility for me. Am I ready to make the transition into adulthood? Am I prepared to begin calling other adults in my church by their first name? Am I ready to join the ranks of society as an adult and not just a kid? No, I'm not ready!

Reality's answer: Jim, you're 21 years old and a junior in college, its time that you start acting like it.

But I don't want to. I want to be able to tee-pee someone's house and have people say, "Those darned kids" instead of "Will that man ever mature?"

Now, returning to the terrified student that I had a run-in with. Well, its one of those situations where its half-way through the second semester and you see someone for the first time. I'm assuming that he was a freshman, and I'm hoping that there were other determinants that frightened him. Perhaps it was my stature, 6'5", 205 pounds with a thick upper chest, wide shoulders and overall broad frame, that sent this boy clearing a path for me. Or perhaps it was the fact that I was wearing Dordt College basketball paraphernalia and he knew not to cause any problems with basketball players because of who we roll with. Any of these could have caused this fella to choose an alternate route, but I still came away from this experience with the realization that I am no longer the baby of the family, but instead the last child to become an adult.