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know, those places that train people and spit them back out
just as quick as they came, sending students off to the big bad
world without barely any training. I am talking about the real
deal, two to four year true college level programs where credits
and GPA’s really matter. It’s an intimidating world, the world
of a student. I myself am still working out the kinks as to how
exactly to be a student and do well here in college. Having not
been in school for some time now even the simplest of things
seem not quite so simple, at least not as simple as they were
when I was last in school. For instance, homework, studying
and finding the peace and quiet at home to do just these two
things can seem at times to be impossible. As I grow older I
find myself wondering, will it ever get any easier?
At the ripe old age of 29 I am staring at my next birthday
just a few weeks away. It’s just another birthday, same as last
year and the year before that. One year older, no more, no less
yet this birthday feels different. It could be many different
reasons I would presume, maybe because it represents a
decade, maybe it’s the end of an era, the beginning of a new
chapter or just the representation that I am no longer
considered young. I have been slapped in the face with the fact
that I am now getting older, funny how that works-everyone