Oh. I'm the youngest in my class at 19 going on 20. The oldest in my class is a 64 year old grandma. Why does everyone feel compelled to share their age, location, and family? Are we supposed to care where you live, or how old you are? We care about how many kids you have and how many they have, and how long you've been married? Since when? I refuse to introduce myself, I am not here to make friends, and I have a year long initiation potential 'friends' are subject to because I have trust issues. And I hate people.
We start small groups next week, so I can rightfully crack down on grammar and spelling, namely pointing out that "a lot" has a damn SPACE in it. Also tending to the issues on whole/hole, your/you're, there/their/they're, where/wear/ware/were (I HAVE SEEN 'were' FOR 'where' I KID YOU NOT) and explaining that being DYSLEXIC is no excuse for not using SPELL CHECK. If we were writing it would okay, but we're typing and required to use spell check anyway. Hurgh.
In other news: 4 days, 17 hours, and 15 minutes till Lindsey's heeere <3