Worst experience ever.
Just for your information: Social events suck when everyone else is 3 frickin' times your age.

I hate making conversation. Most of the time (at least when I wasn't being ignored), all I could do was nod my head earnestly and smile widely while my mom nattered away with other significant committee members. Only two brave gentlemen attempted to talk to the sole brooding, sulking teenager in the room, anyway.


Conversation #1

Man: You're a student?
Me: Yes. (I put my fork down reluctantly and remember to plaster a huge, goofy smile on my face.)
Man: You're in poly...? University?
Me: Uh... no... secondary school?
Man: Whuh - ?
Me: Secondary... four?
Man: Oh, so you've finished with your O's already!
Me: No... I'm taking them later this month, actually.

Why, yes! It does seem that I am entirely capable of making clever, thought-provoking comments while conversing with strangers!!! Approximately 5 minutes later, I somehow manage to bump into this same man, causing him to knock into his soup and spill it. Of course, I promptly turned a nasty shade of beetroot and apologised profusely. A round of applause for the very adroit Nicole, please.

Later on, another man (I really liked him, he was so charming!) talked to my mother and I about JCs. He said some very interesting things about ACJC: "Actually, I wouldn't advise for your daughter to go to ACJC, this is all hearsay of course, but..." Well, I guess everyone knows it, but I suppose it was just funny to hear such things from a dignified man his age. You would mostly expect to hear this sort of thing among... well... gossips like ourselves. 8D

Okay I'm going to make an abrupt stop here because I feel half-naked in Sherlyn's dress and I'm starting to not make sense. Bai.