“What do you mean I’m not tall enough?!” questioning, as I threw an accused look at the, oh-so-jolly Ferris
Wheel worker. Have times changed since then? Negative, no way, and did I add nope?! I am a five foot nothing, fourteen year old looking girl, in high hopes of becoming a teacher, wandering the halls of a high school I have chosen to gain as much knowledge and practice, observing. “Are you a new student?!” the high school students inquire, who are quite taller and fairly more mature looking than I. “No,” I smile, as kindly as I could muster up. “Oh, are you the foreign exchange we heard about last week?” the eagerly ask.
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