17

Since my principal announced during morning meeting that today is my birthday, my students insisted that I tell them how old I am. I don't really want to tell them because I don't want them running home and telling their parents and having their parents doubt my ability because of my age. So I did the only logical thing.

I told them I was seven.

I told them that I'm in first grade just like them, so I must be turning seven just like they will all turn seven this year.

"You're not seven!" they shouted, "You're not a kid!"

"Yeah!" one insisted, "You're sevenTEEN! You're a teenager!"

And, to my room full of six year olds, that was a perfectly logical conclusion.

So scratch 25. I think I will be 17 forever. :)