Remember when you were about 11 or 12-years-old and were suddenly expected to know everything? It happened right around middle school, when you could still comfortably sit in a child-sized desk but your peers inexplicably became familiar with sex, drugs and other decidedly adult things. It forced you to either fake knowledge or be labeled a “baby,” even though you had no real interest in that stuff anyhow.
I remember that time clearly because my incorrect use of the word “organism” made my friends laugh until they heaved.
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