One Fly Skillet

I am thirty and I just decided to start going to college. For what I want to do, I need so many math classes. In my class, the oldest person is the teacher, who told us she’s eighty, and then me. Everyone else is between seventeen and nineteen.

I’m sitting at my table with three of these teens. They’re all talking. One boy looks at me and says something and is really excited about it. He asks a question. I stare at him blankly.

Me: “Fo shizzle my nizzle?”

Boy #2: *Confused pause* “What?”

Me: “I have no idea what you are saying and it’s the only hip thing I know!”

Boy #2: “Hip…?”