A someone who just turned 29 and is perpetually mistaken for 22 while trying to run a team that's at least half students... yeah, I hear you. Same here.
Good luck with your endeavours! I would love to read more writing from you.
It's funny, when I was 29 I was teaching college, and I guess I hadn't quite gotten over my love of student life, and I do love that student-questing-crazy energy. I was really skirting the line between wanting to have their respect, and just wanting them to think I was cool. I'm sure I'm over that now, and hopefully when I get back into the classroom it will be a different experience
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I'm happy when you share things like this. I tend to have the opposite issue as you...people take me seriously, when they bother to pay attention to me. It's the attention-getting I have trouble with. I was actually considering dying my hair funny colors this fall, but being seen as young and unworthy of respect is not something I considered might happen to me if I do that. Your comment (plus this weird guilt I have about how the seniors I volunteer for might react if I dye my hair purple and green) is helping me reconsider.
There's a lot of meaning in the hair, and some of it we're in control of, and some of it we're not. When I first dyed my hair a non-natural colour I was teaching, and I accidentally ended up with far more fuschia than I intended, and I was first afraid that the students would mistake me for one of them. Then I realized that dyed hair was a young-in-the-90s move mostly, and maybe they'd think it looked downright old fashioned.
I pretty much agree with you about the fiction vs. blogging. I hope that you can find room for it, whatever the configuration of the coming year. Miss your writing, and it's damn good for the soul, mm?
At this point I'll settle for it being good for the brain, although good for the soul would be a lovely bonus. God I'm so bored - so unbelievably bored. My life has been a fascinating experience in having so many things that I used to depend on for getting myself back within my borders, taken away from me. I liked to have a bit of time alone. With young kids, that just doesn't really happen - it's an extra bonus if they don't hop into the shower with me and I get to shampoo my hair without background chatter. I liked to read, all the time read, but you can't really get in the zone of a novel, or follow the thread of a good non fiction book if you're being interrupted every 4 minutes. And I can't resent any of this, because interruption isn't just "mama pay attention to me!", it's things like "mama I need to pee and I can't get on the toilet alone", things that I am actually genuinely needed for
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Good luck with your endeavours! I would love to read more writing from you.
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I'm happy when you share things like this. I tend to have the opposite issue as you...people take me seriously, when they bother to pay attention to me. It's the attention-getting I have trouble with. I was actually considering dying my hair funny colors this fall, but being seen as young and unworthy of respect is not something I considered might happen to me if I do that. Your comment (plus this weird guilt I have about how the seniors I volunteer for might react if I dye my hair purple and green) is helping me reconsider.
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I pretty much agree with you about the fiction vs. blogging. I hope that you can find room for it, whatever the configuration of the coming year. Miss your writing, and it's damn good for the soul, mm?
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