It’s begun, all over again. I can not believe that summer is over, but just to rub it in it has rained for the majority of the last two weeks. Fall is definitely here early this year, unbelievable. Actually, what’s really unbelievable is the difference in the amount of questions in my inbox when I have 300 students, and not just 50.
What is really funny to me sometimes, is that they see me as a grown up, adult, whatever the term. I guess, despite the impending doom of another birthday, I still don’t apply those words to myself… (denial, perhaps but adults have things like children & IRA’s…) Maybe it’s because I’m still in school. But, anyway, on my way out I pass through the co-op to shortcut to the parking garage. I decided to pick up a juice for the ride and that’s when I hear a tentative “Um, Professor?” from behind me. (snicker) It seems the young student in my office earlier today lost his check card, and without six dollars they wouldn’t let him out of the parking garage. So he was trading in all the change he found in the car for bills, and still was two dollars short… So, I loaned him two bucks. Now if any of you know me, you know this is a situation I, in all my absentminded glory, might easily end up in myself. And he has absolutely no idea how lucky he was that I actually HAD two bucks to loan him! And I’m the authority figure? Again snicker.
Then we get to the elevator and he asks, “So when did you start studying anthropology?”
I replied, well I started grad school in ’99, got my masters in 2002 and hope to finish up this year”
“Oh, (pause) in 1999 I was twelve.”
Great, just great, now I feel really old…
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This reminds me of an exchange I had with a coworker recently. We were heading into the locker rooms at the hot springs when he asked how old I was. I consider him in my peer group, so I told him I was 29. He replied with "Wow. That's the age of women I'm looking to date." That's when I found out he was in his very early 20s. Ouch.
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