For the first time in 5 years of university, Mom and I are not studying together for finals. She graduated in April.
This term, my laptop and I have taken up residence in the kitchen.
The following ensued- Mom just laughed, understanding perfectly.
Cast of Characters
Sibing, herein referred to as Lizzie. Age 15.
*Lizzie leaves kitchen, turning off light to my left*
Me: Light on, please.
Lizzie: What? The light OVER your HEAD is on... (with all the indignance of fifteen)
Me, brain exploding: I need. That. Light.
Lizzie, backing away: Okay
*turns on light. Mom laughs from the den*
Ah, exam stress....