People normally think I'm a year or two younger than I actually am. When people ask what grade I'm in, and they decide to start guessing, it's always one or two grades lower. So this year it's been "Are you in grade 9, or 10?" When in reality I'm in grade 11. I don't mind people think I'm younger. It doesn't bother me in the least.

It's funny, for the first time, someone thought I looked older, and it was my family too! Since it's Christmas time, I got a hair cut on the past weekend. I got it a little shorter than usual, since my parents feel my old haircut was too childish. Well, that combined with my new sweater I received from my grandparents (who are visiting this week), they thought I looked 18! Here I thought they were just joking with me, I have to admit, those few changes did enough.

