So today, for pretty much the first time, mom came to the campus with us for one of those stupid admitted student days. ... >_<
I normally wouldn't mind, but I can't get her to call me a boy and she talks. and talks. and taaallks. To everyone, often mentioning me. Yes, that's wonderful. I now go from having to tell people who don't know me I'm a boy to telling people who not only know me as a girl, but have heard it from my freaking mother. I've got enough to worry about with stupid single-sex locker rooms, and now this. Wonderful, really.