23.
I'm not one for swearing but SHIT SHIT SHIT.
I am in the throes of adulthood.
I am well and truly in the hubbub of the roller coaster, swinging in the air, arms flailing wildly and I can't even remember getting on.
What's stranger is that I still feel like a child. I have a proper, adult full-time job. I am a teacher to children. And as another day passes I grow more accustomed to the fact that I am the adult in the classroom. I am no longer a student myself. As each day passes I become privy to conversations that would have happened in my absence, conversations which I now run from.
There is something solid and sturdy in the number 23. Up to being 21 you're definitely a student. You can carry off the "I'm a student I don't know anything really" demeanour. At 22, you're answering questions about what you're "going to do for the rest of your life". But 23 is something else. You have entered the world of work. You have entered the future. And there's no going back.
It's pathetic but I woke up to an email from Subway saying I get my free subway cookie. That will be the highlight of my day for sure. I am already planning to get it on my way to school next week so that I can have it with my lunch. (I just have to get over the embarrassing hurdle of actually asking for it and showing the QR code on my phone)
#adultingforthewin
I'm not one for swearing but SHIT SHIT SHIT.
I am in the throes of adulthood.
I am well and truly in the hubbub of the roller coaster, swinging in the air, arms flailing wildly and I can't even remember getting on.
What's stranger is that I still feel like a child. I have a proper, adult full-time job. I am a teacher to children. And as another day passes I grow more accustomed to the fact that I am the adult in the classroom. I am no longer a student myself. As each day passes I become privy to conversations that would have happened in my absence, conversations which I now run from.
There is something solid and sturdy in the number 23. Up to being 21 you're definitely a student. You can carry off the "I'm a student I don't know anything really" demeanour. At 22, you're answering questions about what you're "going to do for the rest of your life". But 23 is something else. You have entered the world of work. You have entered the future. And there's no going back.
It's pathetic but I woke up to an email from Subway saying I get my free subway cookie. That will be the highlight of my day for sure. I am already planning to get it on my way to school next week so that I can have it with my lunch. (I just have to get over the embarrassing hurdle of actually asking for it and showing the QR code on my phone)
#adultingforthewin
