Your poetry. I'm laughing so hard. Ask Sam to show you some of the stuff I wrote Back in the Day, she managed to track it down and now she has been mocking me about it constantly. She laughs at my preteen angst. T_T
I know what you mean about age, though, it really weirds me out. Sometimes I tutor high schoolers and they always ask me questions about how to get into a Good Uni (TM) in this hushed, awed voice of total respect because they're in high school and I'm this strange creature to them because I go to college. I'm only two or three years older than most of them. It's really depressing, because the only thing I want to do is just tell them to slow down and the fact that I even want to say that makes me feel like I should be creaking around and angrily waving a cane.
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Date: 2007-06-04 01:38 pm (UTC)I know what you mean about age, though, it really weirds me out. Sometimes I tutor high schoolers and they always ask me questions about how to get into a Good Uni (TM) in this hushed, awed voice of total respect because they're in high school and I'm this strange creature to them because I go to college. I'm only two or three years older than most of them. It's really depressing, because the only thing I want to do is just tell them to slow down and the fact that I even want to say that makes me feel like I should be creaking around and angrily waving a cane.