Bare Naked Ladies

It's been one week since class started, and I can tell you a few things.

1) Science classes don't = hard everytime, particularly organic chemistry.
2) People haven't changed. Most of the girls still wear erector sets, and boys where t-shirts and jeans.
3) Instructors cancel classes at the drop of a hat. I don't understand that.
4) Being a non-traditional student is cool.

I'll expound a bit on that last part. The first time I was in college I had no idea what social group to cling to... I didn't feel like I belonged and I think that damaged my chances a bit. These people were just completely different from me, and it felt awkward. I wound up hanging out with religious nuts because they were funny, and I found one other person to laugh with me.

This time there's a whole gaggle of us. Sure we're different in some ways, but we've got it were it counts... we're old...er. Dang it. We've got the physically disabled/handicapped/challenged, the ancient, the veterans... and we've even got a few that cross all those lines. Single Moms and Dads. All of us look back and spit contempt at the younger generation, cause it's funny. Hey, they do it to us.

And not one of us geezers is in school because, well, that's what you do. We're there to learn stuff. To blaze across the heavens in pure magnesium glory. And our time is shorter.