"State and The Pentagon have some ideas on how you might do that." "Oh do they?"
As I so often do when faced with odd, non-tingly sensations, I have ensconced myself in "The West Wing." I'm having a late dinner and delightedly waiting for CJ to balance that egg. She has so many moments that I find, I don't know, warm. Whatever it is, it makes me feel like less of a freak when she has them, so their frequency pleases me.
Tomorrow, for the first time in many years, I have a first day of school. Thinking about Adeline going back I turn into Nemo, but me? Since it's not the start of my grad program yet it's all very, "Well, that's something I'll have to work into my schedule." WIDR is still may main focus, though I obviously don't know how long that will last, as I have other, non-integrated responsibilities forthcoming. This is where my age and experience are most likely to get me into trouble. As we've all seen time after time, if I try to stay quiet when discussions are happening, the eventually knowledge bursts forth in an articulate rage that leaves most young people within hearing range without eyebrows and most surprised, because they didn't know how mind-numbingly stupid their statement actually was. Sometimes they catch on fire, which amuses me until I start feeling guilty about being so harsh. Kids I have near endless patience with, but 20 year-olds? That takes more, for some reason, but I'm working on it.
In any case, it's a very odd sensation to know that tomorrow, after I do calls and e-mails, I'll be toddling across campus for something educational, for me. It's a little unnerving being on equal footing with non-equals. Wow, that sounds about as douchey as douchey can be out loud, but I'm sure you know what I mean. The dearth between me and the average undergraduate is pretty substantial, through the natural order of things, no faults on any side. Blargh! I'm still sick of being the odd one out. At least when I'm in charge of something that's normal. I guess I just want to play in the majors for once, you know?
I think I'll go back to Toby and the gang, figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow, and read for a bit before zonking out.
Tomorrow, for the first time in many years, I have a first day of school. Thinking about Adeline going back I turn into Nemo, but me? Since it's not the start of my grad program yet it's all very, "Well, that's something I'll have to work into my schedule." WIDR is still may main focus, though I obviously don't know how long that will last, as I have other, non-integrated responsibilities forthcoming. This is where my age and experience are most likely to get me into trouble. As we've all seen time after time, if I try to stay quiet when discussions are happening, the eventually knowledge bursts forth in an articulate rage that leaves most young people within hearing range without eyebrows and most surprised, because they didn't know how mind-numbingly stupid their statement actually was. Sometimes they catch on fire, which amuses me until I start feeling guilty about being so harsh. Kids I have near endless patience with, but 20 year-olds? That takes more, for some reason, but I'm working on it.
In any case, it's a very odd sensation to know that tomorrow, after I do calls and e-mails, I'll be toddling across campus for something educational, for me. It's a little unnerving being on equal footing with non-equals. Wow, that sounds about as douchey as douchey can be out loud, but I'm sure you know what I mean. The dearth between me and the average undergraduate is pretty substantial, through the natural order of things, no faults on any side. Blargh! I'm still sick of being the odd one out. At least when I'm in charge of something that's normal. I guess I just want to play in the majors for once, you know?
I think I'll go back to Toby and the gang, figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow, and read for a bit before zonking out.