Discovering a sad truth: I’m an old lady
I have discovered a sad truth about myself: I have gotten old. Sometime in the years since I left college, the transformation happened where I no longer understand college-aged kids. Maybe I never did.
I had my oldest daughter the same month I finished my freshman finals, and from there on out I worked two and three jobs while maintaining my full courseload of classes.
I made few friends on campus because I could never go to anything after school. I attended few events that weren’t mandatory because child care was hard to come by. And I never lived on campus because bringing a child to live in the dorms was frowned upon more than bringing a pet.