Oh, the teenage years...

Today I had the privilege of picking up my sister from her first day of 10th grade. It went something like this:

I saw her walking towards the car and waved at her. She pretended not to see me and kept walking towards the car. She got in.
Me: Hi Miranda
Her: Hi Morgan
Me: How was your day at school?
Her: Good
Me: How were your classes?
Her: Good
Me: Do you have any friends in your classes?
Her: Yeah
Me: Who
Her: I don't know
Me: You don't know which friends you have in your classes?
Her: Laura, Megan, Aussie...
Me: Oh, what did you do for lunch?
Her: Went to Chico State

Well, ok. Not much of a conversation if I do say so myself. If I was a psychologist, trying to draw someone out I would have failed miserably.
Miranda is officially in the middle of her teenage years. It drives my dad crazy and my mom ignores it. She doesn't want to do anything expect watch tv and go on the computer. Everything is "fine" or "good" and that's it. Don't expect more of an answer! You're better off having a conversation by yourself.
My dad says that I was quite the teenager myself. And, he's right. Although I never had a problem with one word answers (I've always loved to talk) I was EMOTIONAL to the extreme. Everything would make me cry! If someone just looked at me funny I'd cry and think they hated me. Thank goodness I've outgrown that one! So, I guess I'll have to retract yesterday's post. I've outgrown "emo Morgan" (more on the emo thing later) and I'm sure Miranda will outgrow the one word answers. I just hope it comes quickly.
Oh yeah, I meant to bring my camera while picking her up today, but I forgot. Don't worry I pick her up tomorrow and I'll be sure to get a nice, embarrassing shot.