I went shopping today, and I swung by the makeup counter. While there I met a lovely salesperson, and I asked for some advice.

Me: Is there anything anything I can do to look older? I'd love to look at least 16.
Saleperson: You're 16?
Me: No, I'm 19. But I'm being realistic.

She blinked at me, then gave me the usual spiel about how I'll be SO GLAD when I'm older that I look so young and yadda yadda yadda. Yeah, ok. I could be dead by then. Give me something I can use today. I'm tired of getting handed the children's menu when I go out to eat with my mother. (Funny how I never get handed the children's menu in Staunton...)

I did get things straightened out at TCC. Amazing how two hours spent on the phone and half a dozen emails traded resolved nothing, but when I go down there in person everything is resolved in under half an hour. So now I'm signed up for three classes during the summer.

And I got a new cell phone. Which is pretty cool. My mother ended up giving financial advice to the salesperson whose only dream (apparently) is to go to college.

Salesperson: I do this and earn $7 an hour.Sometimes I get commission.
Mother: I'm civil service. I make a little more than that.
Me: I'm a college student. I pay thirty thousand to find myself.
Salesperson: You go to college? Wow! I thought you were in highschool at the most!

It's a curse, I tell you. A curse.

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