Wait a minute… you’re how old?
Since I graduated from high school (7.5 years ago), things have changed in my hometown. Most notably, our dilapidated high school got more than a face-lift. It got a full body makeover.
And it’s spectacular.
I missed the groundbreaking ceremony last week, but was lucky enough to sneak in with my dad for a quick tour before Thanksgiving break went into effect for the fresh faced students. It was great to see the new digs (which admittedly, put my high school to shame) and a handful of my former teachers.
The not so great? The terrifying? In the short time I was there, I was asked:
- If I was my father’s wife.
- If I was my brother’s mother (twice).
OH, the HORROR! I am TWENTY-FREAKING-FIVE.
Guess the school wasn’t the only thing that needed a face-lift. BRB while I die.
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