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kjpepperNew England. Sheesh. At 10:05 you couldn't see five feet for the snow blowing in blizzard like densities everywhere. Forty minutes later, the temporary white glaze over everything faded, patches of blue streaked the sky, and the sun was hesitantly poking out from behind the cloud cover. *shakes head*
This morning I tromped through campus and stopped to watch this ridiculously long line of kids (3rd-4th graders by the size of them) meander up from the gardens and across campus to some unknown destination. Probably the Smith school, where the kids serve as guinea pigs for the education majors and their parents pay for the privilege. It reminded me of going to UNIS, where 12 grades are crammed into one building and practically every day you'd run into one of your old teachers leading the next generation ofhelpless victims second graders somewhere - gym, music, recess... As the years went by and you migrated from the Middle House (grades 5-8) to the Tutorial House (9-12, don't ask me how they came up with these names) and the teachers all suddenly have rapidly expanding gray patches in their hair, and you look down at these ridiculously small creatures and you wonder... was I ever that tiny/young/innocent? And you remember at the same time actually being that small, looking up at the high schoolers and the grown-ups, and wondering if someday you'd be that big and scary, or if not quite that, at least being big enough to not only negotiate the stairwell to the second floor without holding on to the bannister for dear life, but to take the stairs two or three at a time, and maybe get all the way to the fourth floor without it seeming impossible...
I find it rather appalling that it's been nearly two decades since I was that small. I feel plagued by my age lately, falling into that charming mental trap of feeling like I ought to have done more with my life by now, wondering if the last quarter century was just so much wasted time and air, or whether I'm actually on my way somewhere other than hell and just don't know it yet...
Bah, children.
Random silly thought - those kids that were always being baby-sat by The Baby-sitters Club would so be in college by now, not to mention that Kristy, Claudia, Mary Anne, Dawn, Stacey, Jessi, and Mallory would all be corporate ladder climbing SUV drivers somewhere. Or they would be if Ann M. Martin (Smithie!) hadn't held them in eighth grade for ten years.
This morning I tromped through campus and stopped to watch this ridiculously long line of kids (3rd-4th graders by the size of them) meander up from the gardens and across campus to some unknown destination. Probably the Smith school, where the kids serve as guinea pigs for the education majors and their parents pay for the privilege. It reminded me of going to UNIS, where 12 grades are crammed into one building and practically every day you'd run into one of your old teachers leading the next generation of
I find it rather appalling that it's been nearly two decades since I was that small. I feel plagued by my age lately, falling into that charming mental trap of feeling like I ought to have done more with my life by now, wondering if the last quarter century was just so much wasted time and air, or whether I'm actually on my way somewhere other than hell and just don't know it yet...
Bah, children.
Random silly thought - those kids that were always being baby-sat by The Baby-sitters Club would so be in college by now, not to mention that Kristy, Claudia, Mary Anne, Dawn, Stacey, Jessi, and Mallory would all be corporate ladder climbing SUV drivers somewhere. Or they would be if Ann M. Martin (Smithie!) hadn't held them in eighth grade for ten years.
