Thursday, May 28, 2009
Zzzzzzzz
Right now I am too tired to think, too tired to write, too tired to try my new yoga DVD, too tired to go see Star Trek. Just. Too. Tired.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Trix are for kids
The best thing a little kid has said to me at The LEGO Store: "I'm too young to have blisters like this." He then explained how he'd gotten them from climbing on the monkey bars at school. Priceless.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Feeling this
May 7, 2005: Sitting through the long ceremony, packing up the last of my apartment, cleaning, savoring Pullman with my family and friends. It was a bittersweet day.
I can't believe it's been more than four years since I graduated from college... It feels like a long time, but not that long. As I turned in my graduation cap and gown at the bookstore, I remembered thinking, "So this is what adulthood feels like." Cheesy as it sounds, I really felt different that day. Scared but different.
Two years before that I graduated from CCC. Six years ago. Six. Wow. I didn't participate in the ceremony, didn't really make a big deal out of it, but I can see now that earning my associate's was an important part of my education. Community college taught me a lot about life and how to deal with adversity, which came in handy when I set out on my own at WSU. I believe college is a lot more about learning how to jump through hoops than it is about learning the material in textbooks, and CCC was a good training ground for that kind of thing. That last-minute scramble to earn the math credits needed to finish also showed a resilience I had never really tapped into.
Eight years ago I finished up high school and prepared for the unknown. My job as sports editor at CCC was secured before I completed high school, yet I still questioned whether I was doing the right thing. "Should I instead be going to Washington State as a freshman? How about U of O?" Already I felt overwhelmed at the responsibility before me -- Full-time classes and putting the paper together seemed incredibly hard at the time; in truth, it was difficult but not impossible. I got out of there when I was supposed to.
College is behind me, marriage and family are (maybe) ahead of me, and eight years from now I'll probably look back on this post and laugh at how naive I was. There really isn't a point to these ramblings, just a chance for me to understand why I feel so old. The reason: I am old. And from here on out, I'll always be old. I guess I'd better get used to it.
I can't believe it's been more than four years since I graduated from college... It feels like a long time, but not that long. As I turned in my graduation cap and gown at the bookstore, I remembered thinking, "So this is what adulthood feels like." Cheesy as it sounds, I really felt different that day. Scared but different.
Two years before that I graduated from CCC. Six years ago. Six. Wow. I didn't participate in the ceremony, didn't really make a big deal out of it, but I can see now that earning my associate's was an important part of my education. Community college taught me a lot about life and how to deal with adversity, which came in handy when I set out on my own at WSU. I believe college is a lot more about learning how to jump through hoops than it is about learning the material in textbooks, and CCC was a good training ground for that kind of thing. That last-minute scramble to earn the math credits needed to finish also showed a resilience I had never really tapped into.
Eight years ago I finished up high school and prepared for the unknown. My job as sports editor at CCC was secured before I completed high school, yet I still questioned whether I was doing the right thing. "Should I instead be going to Washington State as a freshman? How about U of O?" Already I felt overwhelmed at the responsibility before me -- Full-time classes and putting the paper together seemed incredibly hard at the time; in truth, it was difficult but not impossible. I got out of there when I was supposed to.
College is behind me, marriage and family are (maybe) ahead of me, and eight years from now I'll probably look back on this post and laugh at how naive I was. There really isn't a point to these ramblings, just a chance for me to understand why I feel so old. The reason: I am old. And from here on out, I'll always be old. I guess I'd better get used to it.
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