When I moved here, I brought one insecurity with me. Going back to school in my thirties. Luckily, you wouldn't know how old I am by looking at me. Also, in my head, age doesn't matter. I don't think it's ever mattered to me when meeting someone or being friends with someone. When I first came over, I noticed that there were 3 popular questions everyone asked.
1. Where are you from?
2. How old are you?
3. What is your major?
It both surprised and bothered me that age was a factor of getting to know somebody. Why should it matter? I'm not just saying that because I am older than most, even when I was younger, I never thought to ask anyone their age when I first met them. There is a small group of students that now know my true identity and it is from telling them, that I realize most kids their age can't handle having an older person among them. There were2 friends, that I was ready to write off after telling them my age and having them react so badly. One of my first emails home, was to mom telling her how it hurt my feelings to have such a reaction to something that seems so insignificant. Just because I'm older does not make mean I don't have feelings that can be squashed. I'm not ashamed of my age and I wouldn't mind telling more people, but I've learned it's best for them to think I'm in my 20's.
All I know is, this is where I'm suppose to be in life. There is no doubt in my mind about the decision to move over here. I love it here! Best decision I ever made!
Thank you to all for the birthday cards and wishes!
Susan "from a dorm room, to a geriatric home" B.
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