I feel like I will always be at the "kiddie table" no matter how old I get.  I mean, I'm almost 30, and I literally DO sit at the kiddie table during holiday meals at my Grandma's house.  We've got some tenured folks taking up the real seats... Anyway, I have been trying to act more my age lately.  I am steadily paying off my debts, I am working through an identity theft situation without the help of my parents (thank you), I bought my first pair of Naturalizers this year; not to mention I will actually BE 30 YEARS OLD in a month.  Sheesh!  Just because I am not married with a couple of pups does not make me any less of an adult, right???  RIGHT??? (No, Brooke, it's because you have the attention span and mental agility of a 15 year-old boy.)

So, what really irks me is when I spend hours leaving a masterfully created lesson for a substitute teacher and then come in early (on the day off)to put the finishing touches on the lesson when the sub enters the room and asks (while I'm writing on the chalkboard...mid-sentence), "Are you the teacher?  I thought you were a student." 

YOU KNOW WHAT, LADY?  YOU HAVE SUBBED FOR ME ON AND OFF FOR THE LAST SEVEN, THAT'S RIGHT, SEVEN, YEARS!  YOU SAY THE SAME THING EVERY TIME!!  AND DON'T SAY IT'S A COMPLIMENT B/C I KNOW I DON'T LOOK 14.  HELL, I DON'T EVEN LOOK CLOSE TO 18.  I WOULD HAVE TO BE THE WORLD'S OLDEST HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT, BARRING THOSE FAR-FETCHED EXAMPLES OF 80 YEAR OLDS WHO COME BACK TO GET THEIR DIPLOMA AND EVERYONE GIVES THEM A STANDING OVATION AND MAKES THEM THE SPEAKER AT GRADUATION... YEAH.  BARRING THAT.

Anyway, that happened this morning.  I feel better now.  Thanks.