In the car on the way home from school, we were talking about getting new teachers next year. Lucy got a little freaked out and thought that meant she would be going to a different school. This is how the conversation went down:
M: You'll be at Hill for the next six years.
L: Then where will I go?
M: To the middle school, Murchison. After that you'll go to Anderson, where I work.
J: After that, you'll go to college. After that, you'll get a job. After that, you'll retire. After that, you'll just do whatever you want. And then...
L: Then you die?
J: Yep.
