Parents are ready for everything for their child’s well-being. And it doesn’t matter that you didn’t agree to their “heroic deeds”—you calmly studied and made plans to become a badass.
But we’re not going to despair.
Are they forcing you to enroll in the academy of noble girls? Fine—we’ll change roles: we’ll squeeze into a men’s suit and glue on some sideburns.
Found a fiancé? We’ll arrange things so you never cross paths.
Your neighbor is convinced you’re strange? He just hasn’t met the real psychos yet.
The guys with an important air call their school “Sharonwood’s Magical Academy of Cadets,” and we, the girls, with envy call it “Shma-academy.”