On being a grown-up:

Yesterday, while I was getting my physical, the nurse asked me, "What do you do for a living?"

I was gobsmacked. I don't "make a living," I wanted to say. I'm 22! I'm...I stopped. Well, what am I? Not a student anymore. And I do support myself. I guess I do make a living. Who knew?

I said, "I'm a layout editor for a publishing company."

"Oh. That's nice," she said. "Stick out your tongue, say 'ah.'"

Of course, this doesn't explain why, when entering my personal information into the computer, she wrote down "English Teacher" under profession.