Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Sunday, March 09, 2003

 

Today's Quote--"Oats, n.s. A grain which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people."--Samuel Johnson
Okay, so I slept most of the day yesterday and got little work done. I did get some, mind you, but not a lot. BF let me leave work early so I could go back to bed. I'm still kinda tired today, but I feel all right. Anyway, leave for Scotland in 5 days! Yeah! Now if only I wasn't so homesick. I can't wait for Mom to get back tonight and call me. I miss her lots...*sigh* So sad.

At the concert on Friday, while observing the JrH, HS girls helping us out, I realized the fundamental difference between their conversations and the conversations I have with my friends: Expereince. Although we talk about all the same stuff they do, boys, clothes, school, we also talk about other subjects like philosophy, the state of the world, politics, religion, etc. And, in all these subjects, we're just as likely to say something we heard from our friends as we are to quote Plato or some random psychology study. Looking at them, it makes me surprised at how young they are, and that I once was the same age (though admittedly different). Hanging out around so many adults all the time, I've forgotten that 20 is a sign of getting older. Even though I'm not there yet, 5 months or so away, it feels very close. When I was ten, twenty seemed so far away, but now that I'm almost 20, ten wasn't that long ago. I had to declare my concentration on Friday, SBS, of course, and I began to realize how very adult I feel. I remember when someone asked me my grade, I responded sophomore, and they asked my major. Of course I was in HS at the time. Now, I actually have an answer. At the time, I thought, wow, this person thinks I'm way older, but now, I'm here, and I'm not that much older. Age is a strange, strange thing. Especially our perceptions of it. Mom says that she never thought she would be fifty, and this year she turns fifty-three. I understand her thoughts, fifty sure does seem a long way away. It, like so much of my life, will likely be here soon.

Right, well, time for homework.

GL 11:17 AM