Last night I recieved a call from my mother, asking me if I knew that Rhode Island wasn’t really an island. I told her that yes, I did know that, and she was shocked. Apparently, she herself did not know. I explained to her that I knew that because it was one of the few states I could actually identify on my states test in fifth grade – it being the smallest. I told her that she never gets to make fun of me about my lack of geographical knowledge again. I don’t know why they call it Rhode Island, but I’m not sure why it has such a long name, being like half the size of orange county. I guess my mom thought it really was an island because the name is out in the ocean on the map, or something.
Ah, well. Californians are not known for their geographical prowess.
