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First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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AAAAHHHH
*Has a mental crisis*
*dusts off coat, adjusts hat, and assumes smart academic look*
If Ellette is 19 now, it’s 11 years more until she gets kicked off.
At that point…I’ll be in my twenties. If you’re the youngest you can be for KP (which is 13) you’ll already be 24.
We will be the elders.
The ones with like three thousand total posts.
The newbies shall look up to us. They shall peruse old forums, and our names will be there, along with our old writing styles. The website will have changed…Wyoh might be dead at that point…they will wonder what some things mean…
We’ll be published authors who casually mention “my book” and then wait for people to go “WHAT YOU HAVE A BOOK WHERE IS IT CAN I READ IT CAN YOU SIGN MY COPY”
Until then, let us look up to the elders of our community. Let us absorb their wisdom like paper towels absorbing spilled hot chocolate.
*breaks character and laughs*
Anyway, it’s fine XD
"Io non ho bisogno di denaro.
Ho bisogno di sentimenti."
In Indiana, you can start driver’s ed at 15.😎
I haven’t actually started yet though and I only just signed up.
Ohhh noiceee 😎 Yeah, I have to wait until I’m 15 1/2. 🤪 Which is both good and bad timing in this case. By the end of May I’ll reach that point, which means I can get my temps. I’ll have lots of time and opportunities to get experience because I’ll prolly be working and I’ll have volleyball open gyms…buuuuut….then the volleyball season starts in the fall, which (if I feel comfortable enough behind the wheel to drive to school) will help me rack up a bunch of the hours I need, but it will also keep me from taking driver’s ed (cuz it would interfere with volleyball) and it will be hard to get night hours cuz it doesn’t get dark until like later at night in the fall.
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Wow, my bad, I didn’t mean to go on a little rant there. 🤭
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende