I might as well be a grownup now.

Everyone is on the same page. Even if we weren't, pages are pretty thin. No person is above another. I don't know WHAT you're talking about.
My freshman year, I had a close friend who was a senior and took enough APs for the both of us to get into any Ivy league we wanted.

One day, she glided into class and slapped her newsboy bag down on the desk next to me and announced.

She won some scholarship from a college in Tennesee. College still seemed very far away to me. I thought about that for a while.

Then she said "I might even come back to teach here!"

I suddenly got very worried.

I was worried- what if in three years she came back and she was all done with college and an adult and I had to call her Ms. Hall and listen to her every word with respect and a closed mind? If she didn't want me calling her Laura?

Then I looked back at her, sitting next to me in an identical plastic desk.

That was the day I realized we are all the same. She would still be Laura. I would always be me, too. Growing up will change who we look like to people who don't know, but to each other, we'll always be the same.
I might as well be a grownup now. Nobody's stopping me.

Nobody who matters, at least.