|Stupid ass gym teacher
||[May. 15th, 2006|05:59 pm]
So, it seems that the world will never let me forget that I'm an "age-al outcast".|
Today, in gym, Ms. Miles (our whorish teacher) asked me for my age and birth date. I tell her what it is--November 1992--and she says,
I'm like..."Uh...what? I'm thirteen now."
So she says, "Yeah, but when we took this test, you were twelve."
Which is crappy, because none of my other classmates were twelve when we took the test (the mile run). The only people i know with birthdays anywhere CLOSE to mine can't sympathize, because they actually look older than what they are. I had an old lady ask me if i was eleven, once. In a department store. THIS F*CKIN' YEAR.