To be fair, she was 15. She also had a pony. I silenced her forever by asking her what her saddle was made of. (I was also 15).

I also will note that I tried to help with a stupid situation where we went on annual field trips for three years and they REFUSED to cater to her for lunch. They gave her a vegetarian entree with cheese in it.

She was the brand of vegan who was fine with working animals, but drew the line at animal products, and could not get across to them that cheese was also on the no list and I argued for her. She was annoying, but she didn’t deserve to not be fed, ya know.

I respect everyone’s dietary choices.