feeling old
I know I'm not considered old by many standards. Most days, being old
doesn't even cross my mind. Granted, I paused a little when the twins asked
my age the last time--but I was rescued from that by their mother. However,
this time of year always makes me feel old. I don't know why, unless it
has something to do with graduation.
The icing for the old age cake came today when one of my students
asked me to listen to part of the intro for class history. When she said,
"We began our journey in 1996..." or something like that, it hit me hard.
I'm teaching kids that started school after I graduated! That just seems
wrong on some level, yet it's right. I can't explain that, either.
The fact I've been wishing for my bed before 9:00 P.M. are all
combining to make me feel like the old maid described in so many of the
books I love to read--not for the old maid part, of course.
doesn't even cross my mind. Granted, I paused a little when the twins asked
my age the last time--but I was rescued from that by their mother. However,
this time of year always makes me feel old. I don't know why, unless it
has something to do with graduation.
The icing for the old age cake came today when one of my students
asked me to listen to part of the intro for class history. When she said,
"We began our journey in 1996..." or something like that, it hit me hard.
I'm teaching kids that started school after I graduated! That just seems
wrong on some level, yet it's right. I can't explain that, either.
The fact I've been wishing for my bed before 9:00 P.M. are all
combining to make me feel like the old maid described in so many of the
books I love to read--not for the old maid part, of course.