I’m sitting in the library on the campus where Honey goes to school, waiting for his class to end. I decided to drive him the 20+ miles to his night class because he’s been up since yesterday morning – working on a term paper that was due today.
It feels a little strange sitting here surrounded by college kids. The funny thing is that even at 34 years of age, I don’t really feel like I look any older than most of them. Watching them pore over their studies does make me feel like a loser though.
I wish I’d went straight to college after graduation, but it just wasn’t something that was encouraged in my household. I do take pride in the fact that I was the first person from my immediate family to finish high school, even though it certainly doesn’t make me any smarter than the rest of them. My dad is one of the most intelligent men I know and he never finished the 10th grade.
Although I realize I’m not too old to get a college degree, I have reached the point in my life where it just doesn’t seem like part of the plan. I’m much more comfortable in this supporting role. Plus, the thought of all that school work and learning makes my head hurt.
Maybe I’ve just gotten lazy in my middle age?