I live in a variety of ages here. In many ways, I’m a toddler. I can’t go anywhere by myself, I need to be in before dark and my mom makes breakfast and dinner for me every night. If it weren’t for the crippling caffeine addiction, I’d be in kindergarten. Except that kindergarten is way too advanced for me.
Afterall, I can’t speak fluently and even a freakin’ 3-year-old can do that. I couldn’t even tell the guy at my table today that “Mommy told me never to talk to strangers.” See, at 3, I could do that. Now? Nuh uh.
And then I feel like I’m in middle school. Aside from Americans, the next people I have the most contact with are my 12-year-old host sibs. We talk about American music and play cards, especially War and Blackjack. Just like 8th grade, ’miright? Also, with all the romantic drama playing out in my training group and my role as a spectator in such drama is exactly like 7th grade. Not to mention that no one has a place to be taking anyone back to so the best anyone can hope for during training is first, and, if they find a dark ally, second base. See just like middle school.
But the staying out late, drinking in the park, and coming in past curfew only to be yelled at by your mom…now that’s high school. (Oddly, I’m once again a spectator as I’m AGAIN too far from all my friends to do such things.)
But, the workload, the class schedule, the lack of control and the dirty laundry. Ah it must be college.
And yet, I’m planning a wedding that I’ll be participating in when I’m technically 28. Can I please be an adult again?
