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I am old. I am ancient. I am decrepit.
I am a 24 year old undergrad.
Ahhh, the humanity.
On the bright side, this is my final year. I will FINALLY graduate. I feel like I have been in college longer than that Stifler guy from American Pie must have been in high school. The fact that I am IN high school when American Pie came out shows how old I am.
Basically, this is my first and last 'fall semester' at CU. It happened this way due to me being a transer student who also studied abroad. Sooo, I went with my dear Lancaster-ians (my English friends from my English university) to the fall convocation and realized that the freshman class of CU this year was born in 1990!!
I wore my sunglasses and tried to hide my smile crinkles, and then was literally paraded with the freshman and study abroad students (oh, there may have been a few grad students and transfers in there but who can spot them with the blinding light of youth surrounding you) past a bunch of cheering, whooping, entirely too perfect looking sorority sisters.
It was humiliating for my English friends,too, at least.
I had an easy time making friends in Lancaster. I had an easy time making friends in Colorado Springs, probably because I lived and worked there so much.
But Boulder has been different, and now that its my first Fall on campus, I have been partaking in these various welcome activies and I'm about 4 years older than the average person I meet.
Maybe I have some sort of mental issue going on here, but this campus is making me feel ancient. I feel tempted to lie about my high school graduating year for goodness sakes and I'm making sure I do my make-up to look 'fresh faced'.
I've never been vain and I've never had low self esteem so this is ridiculous.
Part of me wants to the join the mass of my fellow 2002 high school grads and start having babies. One precursory glance at myspace shows that a large portion of my high school cohorts have babies.
But then part of me wants to make the most of being (relatively) young and revel in my last year of college, even if I am the new Van Wilder (the mormon version lolol).
I am a 24 year old undergrad.
Ahhh, the humanity.
On the bright side, this is my final year. I will FINALLY graduate. I feel like I have been in college longer than that Stifler guy from American Pie must have been in high school. The fact that I am IN high school when American Pie came out shows how old I am.
Basically, this is my first and last 'fall semester' at CU. It happened this way due to me being a transer student who also studied abroad. Sooo, I went with my dear Lancaster-ians (my English friends from my English university) to the fall convocation and realized that the freshman class of CU this year was born in 1990!!
I wore my sunglasses and tried to hide my smile crinkles, and then was literally paraded with the freshman and study abroad students (oh, there may have been a few grad students and transfers in there but who can spot them with the blinding light of youth surrounding you) past a bunch of cheering, whooping, entirely too perfect looking sorority sisters.
It was humiliating for my English friends,too, at least.
I had an easy time making friends in Lancaster. I had an easy time making friends in Colorado Springs, probably because I lived and worked there so much.
But Boulder has been different, and now that its my first Fall on campus, I have been partaking in these various welcome activies and I'm about 4 years older than the average person I meet.
Maybe I have some sort of mental issue going on here, but this campus is making me feel ancient. I feel tempted to lie about my high school graduating year for goodness sakes and I'm making sure I do my make-up to look 'fresh faced'.
I've never been vain and I've never had low self esteem so this is ridiculous.
Part of me wants to the join the mass of my fellow 2002 high school grads and start having babies. One precursory glance at myspace shows that a large portion of my high school cohorts have babies.
But then part of me wants to make the most of being (relatively) young and revel in my last year of college, even if I am the new Van Wilder (the mormon version lolol).