My grandma told everyone at my school that I'm, quote, into older guys, and now they all think that I'm freaky.

My grandma is an interesting individual. One may place her in the Karen category.

She's from a small town where you're either very well off and waspy, or you do smack and live in an old school that's been made into an apartment building.

She's on the waspy side.

Knows everything and everyone always will find something about you to nitpick at.

Fun times.

The best times was eighth grade.

She's a math teacher in my school for junior high.

Oh boy, was that a dandy time. Because I was her granddaughter,

that put a huge target on me. Every day she'd watch me like a hawk and wait for the split second I'd

look away, then shout, Susie, pay attention, don't make me tell your mother you're goofing off in my class.

And the whole class would giggle. She'd grin and her ego would inflate like

swim shorts when you first walk into the water. One time I accidentally wore slippers to school,

and for the rest of the year she'd bring it up, like, can you not remember the equation like you

couldn't remember your shoes? Cue the malicious grins and laughter. But the straw that broke the

camel's back was when I got a boyfriend.

A bit of back story here.

I was held back in kindergarten, so I'm a year older than everyone in my eighth grade class.

I was dating a boy in 10th grade, but he skipped ahead of grade so he's actually a year

younger than his 10th grade class. This made

our age difference to be only about a year apart. However, from an outside perspective,

when you hear a 10th grade boy as dating an 8th grade girl, I'm sure your first reaction would be like,

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