Mr. Hueni would be proud

In the last 48 hours, I have been mistaken for a college kid twice.  This is apparently not only good for my ego but also for my improv skills....  The nice TSA lady who screened me at the airport just asked if my finals were over and how they went.  I smiled and said yes and that they went great -- because A. it's true... just a tad out-of-date, and B. it seemed like the answer that required the least amount of effort at 7 am when my brain was not ready for conversation.  Silly me.  She was a talker and started asking questions, and rather than correct the mistake at that point, I went along with it and had a long, in-depth conversation about my fake education and whether I see grad school in my future, and she ended by saying there was plenty of room on her refrigerator for my report card.... I always felt like I cheated the system in high school by getting the one section of speech class that didn't do improv.  Now I think I should get extra credit for successfully doing a whole improv bit with a character at 7 am on four hours sleep.  I guess I just passed a final after all.