What's My Age Again?

A student came in to my room today while I was eating lunch with Summer. He needed a box for her class and I had one in my recycling pile. He thanked me and told me how young I looked. "You are so young. You must be, like, 29." Twenty-nine! *giggle* Not quite, kid. Not quite, but thanks for the compliment. It's nice to know that "old age" starts at 30.


Just for the record, I'm 24.