Do I Really Look That Old?

I was at swimming, and myself and the other three older swimmers of the group were standing around and talking about our upcoming end of year exams. I'm the second youngest out of the four of us. One of our coaches walks over and joins the conversation, he's studying at university and is either undergoing his exams or has just finished them. The four of us split and my coach asked me what year level I was in. Upon my answer of year nine, his jaw hit the floor. Apparently, he thought I was in year eleven. That would make me the eldest of the older swimmers.

Do I really look 17 / 18? I mean, seriously. Last semester my bus driver was asking about exams too and he thought I was in year twelve. A close family friend of mine also thought I was sixteen going on seventeen. (Which isn't too bad, I guess.) Uh, no. I'm fifteen, guys. I'm flattered, really, but why? I don't dress to look older. And even my coach can't say that I do, because he only sees me in my bathers and shorts and hoodie combo I wear down to swimming.

In other news, I got my underarms waxed for the first time. It hurt like hell, that's all I'm saying.