nice to meet you.

This is how 98% of my conversations have gone during the first week of school:

Stranger: Hi, I'm [Jake if it's a boy, Maddie if it's a girl]. What is your name?
Me: Nice to meet you. I'm Cassie.
*Shakes hands because apparently you don't have to be a CEO meeting a politician to do that, teenagers do that too now. Weird.*
Me again: So where are you from?
Stranger: [Texas, Arizona or California] What about you?
Me: Utah. Just about twenty minutes away. (I notice the sever look of judgment and boredom on their face.)
Stranger: What is your major?
Me: *Stabs myself with a fork*

Can we please just talk about the weather?
Or politics?
Or what a tramp Miley Cyrus is?
I can't handle this dead end conversation anymore.