Mom: You'll be old enough to drink?
Me: What? No, that's 21.
Mom: Then what will you be legal for?
Mom: (in English, direct quote) Legal in terms of what?
I hate it when I say something I think is so obvious, and it turns out mom doesn't know about it, and then I have to explain...like how I keep having to tell her what a pep rally is for the last twelve years. (NO MORE.) And luckily I managed to avoid it this time.
It's cool outside. And cold inside, with the principle's voice getting lost in the echoes of the gymnasium. Suddenly I find myself wishing that it doesn't rain. >_>