I'm my own slightly-more-attractive-but-otherwise-identical sister

Today I dropped by the history office at my high school to ask a question. I began talking to my teacher from last year. I never had a particularly great relationship with her, but she was closest and could answer my question. After we had talked for a few minutes, she said, "So, you must be Allison's sister!"

*confusion*

"No, I'm Allison..."

"Oh! You look... different! But the same! Your face looks different!"

This is actually the second time in a week that a former history teacher and I have discussed my face. The other time, my sophomore year teacher said my name, and I turned around. "Wow!" she said, "You look great!" At the time, I thought it might be because I've learned how to do my hair and wear mascara since I had her. Maybe not?

Clicking No More?

Sorry to leave you guys in the dark -- the clicking ended pretty much as soon as my orthodontist took me off rubberbands. Now I am blissful again :)

I realized that I can't touch my nose with my tongue anymore! Boo, I want that back!