It is so ironic in that, in growing up... I reverted back to a pure child state.
It is 4 p.m. The lab I T.A. starts at 3 and gets out at around 6, so today was short because it was just an introduction. It was overcast and warm when I walked to lab.
I was all nervous for today since it is my first lab, so I wore a flow-y black and white polka dot cotton skirt and a light blue wifebeater tank. I actually dried my hair (what?? lol) and even put on some mascara.The people in the lab gave me strange looks when they realized I was their TA. No, just because I look like I'm 12 doesn't mean that I am not a junior in college.
Lab went well. I closed up the lab after the last of my students left. Walking out of the lab I saw that all 22 of the kids (kids?? they're sophomores and juniors!) went to the end of the second floor hall and stood staring through the glass wall that is there. I didn't figure out what they were looking at until I got closer, it was POURING DOWN RAIN and is thundery and lightningy and generally messy and BEAUTIFUL.
So they were standing there watching the entrance to the building to see when the weather could clear up so they could walk to wherever was their next destination.
It must have been rather strange to see their teacher leave the building and frolic about.
I brought a sweatshirt just in case my light blue shirt ended up being see through in the lab light (lols) so I brought it out and put my hood up. I started my 15 minute walk back to my dorm. I was wearing rainbows, so I took them off after about 200 yards. My skirt quickly became soaked and stuck to my legs with every step I took. I splashed in every puddle I came across, and didn't care how deep it was, or how much splashed back up towards me. I kicked the water out in front of me. I just started laughing out loud - I am a 6 year old girl! My messenger bag got soaked through rather easily as well, and my sweatshirt sleeves became extremely heavy. I grabbed my sweatshirt drawstrings and closed my hood around my face. I started making faces, making my mouth grotesque through the small visibility in my hood to amuse no one but myself. I grabbed my flow-y skirt fabric and waved it by my sides as it stuck to my legs.
There were groups of students huddled under the overhangs of the various buildings waiting for the rain to pass, and I walked straight by them, soaked to the bone, laughing out loud, splashing with all of my might. Most did not acknowledge me, which... do you think that I cared? I just went right along, splashing. The ones that did smiled at me, greeted me, or even laughed with me. I chose the long way around my dorm building to enter into the door closest to my room, instead of taking the closest entrance and walking the length of the building.
I've realized in the past year how romantic I have become. Four years ago, I would have been the person waiting in the building, or the overhang, waiting for the rain to pass. I might have cared how the rain would ruin my clothes, or mess up my hair or makeup for going out later. I might have cared what people would have thought if I was walking along through the busiest part of the campus (the Quad called Sanford Mall) in front of 20 of my peers, kicking out the water in front of me. I've been through some things in my life that might have made me that way, but I seem to not let it affect me anymore. I've grown up so much, and I know exactly where it has come from. I have completely regained my once-lost sense of romance in the world around me and, in special circumstances, the people around me as well.
I didn't walk around any puddles today; I splashed right through them, and laughed when I got the water as high as my waist.
In my truest form, I am a 7 year old child.
I was all nervous for today since it is my first lab, so I wore a flow-y black and white polka dot cotton skirt and a light blue wifebeater tank. I actually dried my hair (what?? lol) and even put on some mascara.The people in the lab gave me strange looks when they realized I was their TA. No, just because I look like I'm 12 doesn't mean that I am not a junior in college.
Lab went well. I closed up the lab after the last of my students left. Walking out of the lab I saw that all 22 of the kids (kids?? they're sophomores and juniors!) went to the end of the second floor hall and stood staring through the glass wall that is there. I didn't figure out what they were looking at until I got closer, it was POURING DOWN RAIN and is thundery and lightningy and generally messy and BEAUTIFUL.
So they were standing there watching the entrance to the building to see when the weather could clear up so they could walk to wherever was their next destination.
It must have been rather strange to see their teacher leave the building and frolic about.
I brought a sweatshirt just in case my light blue shirt ended up being see through in the lab light (lols) so I brought it out and put my hood up. I started my 15 minute walk back to my dorm. I was wearing rainbows, so I took them off after about 200 yards. My skirt quickly became soaked and stuck to my legs with every step I took. I splashed in every puddle I came across, and didn't care how deep it was, or how much splashed back up towards me. I kicked the water out in front of me. I just started laughing out loud - I am a 6 year old girl! My messenger bag got soaked through rather easily as well, and my sweatshirt sleeves became extremely heavy. I grabbed my sweatshirt drawstrings and closed my hood around my face. I started making faces, making my mouth grotesque through the small visibility in my hood to amuse no one but myself. I grabbed my flow-y skirt fabric and waved it by my sides as it stuck to my legs.
There were groups of students huddled under the overhangs of the various buildings waiting for the rain to pass, and I walked straight by them, soaked to the bone, laughing out loud, splashing with all of my might. Most did not acknowledge me, which... do you think that I cared? I just went right along, splashing. The ones that did smiled at me, greeted me, or even laughed with me. I chose the long way around my dorm building to enter into the door closest to my room, instead of taking the closest entrance and walking the length of the building.
I've realized in the past year how romantic I have become. Four years ago, I would have been the person waiting in the building, or the overhang, waiting for the rain to pass. I might have cared how the rain would ruin my clothes, or mess up my hair or makeup for going out later. I might have cared what people would have thought if I was walking along through the busiest part of the campus (the Quad called Sanford Mall) in front of 20 of my peers, kicking out the water in front of me. I've been through some things in my life that might have made me that way, but I seem to not let it affect me anymore. I've grown up so much, and I know exactly where it has come from. I have completely regained my once-lost sense of romance in the world around me and, in special circumstances, the people around me as well.
I didn't walk around any puddles today; I splashed right through them, and laughed when I got the water as high as my waist.
In my truest form, I am a 7 year old child.