There comes a point in your life when you are flattered when someone asks for your ID or asks if you are younger than you really are. Lately I find that people are asking me if I am 18, or what grade I am in high school. I'm sure when I hit twenty-seven I'll love it, but I am not twenty-seven. I'm twenty-one (almost twenty-two I have to say.. less than three months is close for me) But it is insulting when I'm asked what
GRADE I am in. Yes, I'm 17 and I'm openly buying a bottle of wine. Come on!
My roommate just turned 30, but she has recently been asked if she went to school at the high school where she works. I don't have that problem though, people always think I'm older!
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