This is my final semester on the University of Ottawa campus (at least as far as my undergrad is concerned). Having some electives left over, I’ve found myself in a few first and second year courses. I started this degree in the Fall of 2006… I am now sitting in classes with kids who started high school at that same time.
I feel old.
Now, when I make this comment to various friends of mine (especially those a year or three older than myself), they roll their eyes and grit their teeth and say “You’re not old.” Sometimes unnecessarily loudly. Well guys, you’re not old either. So there.
While what they are saying is completely accurate, I still feel old. But this is not entirely problematic. My father has been telling me (and demonstrating, for that matter) for years that you stop caring what people think as you get older.
I must say, this makes talking to strangers much, much easier. Especially when the strangers are considerably younger.
Monday turned into a good stranger-talking class day. I spoke to three strangers in two classes! Huzzah! Not a stellar record for anyone born with a high degree of social skills, but for an awkward hick like me, this is an achievement. AND I initiated two of these conversations.
You may applaud now.
Unfortunately, my old age lack of care got me into a bit of trouble in one of these instances…
Conversant: Religions Class Seat Mate
Location - class: 10 points
Length - More than one minute, less than 5: huh... not properly in the scoring system... oops. We'll say 7.
Comfort zone: 2
Total: 19 points
What I learned: I have no ability to recognize that someone is in fact two years older than myself, not two years younger. Oooops.
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