Beginning tomorrow, there are three days until the official start of my Senior year in high school. Three days until my Senior status, and three minutes ago I just lost a tooth.
No joke. I was eating a Starburst just for fun, and because I wanted to, and all of the sudden I noticed that one of my molars was really hurting. It felt like it was digging into my gum. Perhaps there was some rather sticky bit of candy left behind, so I wiggled my tongue and *pop*. A white tooth landed in my hand.
This just proves that I am behind my age group in many developmental areas (what? really?). In kindergarten, I lost two teeth. TWO TEETH. What the heck, right? In first grade, maybe five. In second grade, twoish. Third, zero. Fourth, zero. Fifth, zero. Sixth, zero. It was not until TENTH GRADE that I started losing the smaller molars. I lost two teeth in tenth grade, two in eleventh, and now another one as I start twelfth.
Great. Now I start school with a big, gaping smile. It was cute when I was a kid, but now it'll just look like I don't have proper hygeine. There's no WAY it'll have grown back by Homecoming. Ugh. I mean, the one I lost last year just barely finished growing in a couple of months ago. What's the deal?