This past Monday I spoke at my High School's Career Day. I did not accept willingly and I still blame my friend for convincing me to do it (that is what you get for carpooling with someone in the Alumni office). Anyway, I digress. The first thing that I noticed was that all high school students look about 10 years old. The next thing I took note of was how SHORT the girl's uniform skirts were. And when asked what they would like to do when they graduate college, they looked at me as if I had just asked them to solve the financial crisis. It finally clicked. These kids were looking at me as an ADULT and I was looking at them as CHILDREN. That was it. My age hit me like a truck and I realized that I do not relate to these kids anymore than their parents do.
Dammit, I have grown up.
And all I wanted to yell when pulling out of the parking lot was "SLOW DOWN!"
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ReplyDeleteThe little boy across the street from me is the cutest little thing - he's all blonde curls and tanned happiness. He's just sweet and polite - I remember coming home from high school and seeing the stork they put up in their front yard announcing his birth. He's shaping up to be such a nice kid.
EXCEPT YESTERDAY I WATCHED HIM GET IN HIS PARENT'S CAR AND DRIVE AWAY. What the HECK?!?! I had a brief moment where I thought about calling the police, and then I did the math---crap. The little boy is driving. He's the same age I was when I saw him come home from the hospital.
Oh well. I'm planning on living to 90, so I'm only a third of the way there. I'm, like, a 3 or 4 year old dog - barely hitting my prime.