Not being an 8th grader

Saturday, I was mistaken for an eighth grader. For the third time this spring. Seeing how I am 21, I can't help but feel a little offended. To make matters worse, today I went to Radio Shack to buy some supplies for people at my office (power cords, etc.) and the guy behind the counter asked me if it was for a science project. I can't make this shit up.

Everyone older tells me that this isn't a bad thing, that it's good to look younger than your age and when I get older I will love it. But here's the thing, there's a big difference between being 30and looking 25, and being 21 and looking 14. Have you looked at your middle school yearbook lately? Do you remember what we all looked like in eighth grade?

It's almost enough to stop me from wearing hair ribbons. Almost.