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I think the reason I rarely write anymore is due to the wealth of things to write about. so many details, ideas, thoughts (some unpopular) and events.
It's daunting. Where do I begin? How do I begin?
What if it doesn't make sense when it comes out? That's the worse one...
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I can feel myself getting older. I can see it to. It doesn't manifest physically, on my body, in the form of wrinkles of what-have-you. But it's horrifically apparent when I observe the world around me.
I cleaned my room today and found back issues of the Parthenon. The front page had an article about the building of the rec center, and featured a photograph of some architects or whatever working on the soon-to-be rock climbing wall. It feels like they built that thing ages ago. That's how I know I'm getting old.
I think working with high schoolers is what makes it the most apparent though. When I talk about my college experiences, or high school ones for that matter, I find myself referring to them as "back in the day".
It's daunting. Where do I begin? How do I begin?
What if it doesn't make sense when it comes out? That's the worse one...
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I can feel myself getting older. I can see it to. It doesn't manifest physically, on my body, in the form of wrinkles of what-have-you. But it's horrifically apparent when I observe the world around me.
I cleaned my room today and found back issues of the Parthenon. The front page had an article about the building of the rec center, and featured a photograph of some architects or whatever working on the soon-to-be rock climbing wall. It feels like they built that thing ages ago. That's how I know I'm getting old.
I think working with high schoolers is what makes it the most apparent though. When I talk about my college experiences, or high school ones for that matter, I find myself referring to them as "back in the day".