I don’t know if you heard, but I have gone back to school! I’m 3 weeks in and, unbelievably, still alive.
When we were handed our schedule for the Medical Radiologic Technologist program, I counted 13 classes this semester alone.
Then I counted again, because how can they expect us to keep up with 13 different classes in one semester?!? But apparently they do, because that is how many classes I have for the next 4 months.
Along with those classes comes tests, assignments, tests, labs, tests, research papers, tests, group presentations with a few more tests thrown in for good measure.
And like the stress of keeping up with the schoolwork isn’t enough, there’s also the constant worry over having to make friends. The class is made up, primarily of young’uns (we’ll say 18-23 years old), a couple older women, and a few older guys who have already male-patterned-bonded.
And then there’s me…
I haven’t really found my people yet. And the ones that I think I would like to pal around with don’t seem to want anything to do with me.
Then, the other day, I was sitting on the floor in the hallway, casually
eavesdropping listening to a couple of girls talk about the Hunger Games and how the book didn’t play the Katniss-Peeta love story right when a classmate plunked herself on the floor next to me. She nodded to the girls across the hall, “So how old does all this make you feel?”
I looked at her questioningly – is she implying that I am so much older than the rest of the class (so what if I am?) and she is in awe as to how a dinosaur like me is adapting? Or is she, in an awkward way, trying to commiserate with me.
“Oh, not too bad…I LOVE the Hunger Games.” I respond a bit too quickly, showing exactly how hip I am.
She then started to talk about how she’s been out of school for 6 years and how she feels ancient next to all the pups that make up the bulk of our class’s demographic.
I nodded and agreed that it is a bit of a shock. “I was talking to another girl yesterday,” I told her, “and learned that she was born the same year that I graduated high school…”
My classmate nodded sagely, then stopped, looking confused. “What? How is that possible?”
“She was born in 1991…I graduated in ’91-9’2.” I told her.
Her mouth fell open in utter shock, “I would have NEVER guessed you were that old!”**
So I’ve decided that I have the best classmates. Even if they don’t know what to make of me just yet…