If you want to feel old...

If you want to feel old go on a conference with 600 undergraduate uni students.  That's what I'm doing next week for a few days.

In preparation to not look like a completely exhausted old lady I put myself through the hairdresser trauma yesterday (this has been discussed previously on my blog).  I now have a full head of beautifully coloured hair.

However all I have to do now is do something about the wrinkles, daggy clothes and become quite vague about exactly when it was that I did that B.A.  The vagueness is necessary since I did it before the current undergrads were born and that just gets a bit embarrassing for the poor things who are left trying to work out what you say to such an ancient woman.

Frankly I'm fighting a losing battle - you're officially old at 23 so I'm going to just have to get my head around how they perceive me.  Tricky when I still perceive myself at about 25!

Comments

Tasmanian said…
Well, two of my nieces and three of my nephews have spouses. Four of those five couples have bought a house. One of those couples is having a baby NEXT WEEK. I will be a "Great-Aunt" instead of just a great aunt. That, my friend, makes me feel old.
alison said…
What are you talking about? You are awesome-lady! In some "young people's" eyes anyway :) Although technically I am "officially old" now too.

I hope you have a great time!
Peter Sholl said…
In you, wisdom is a precious gift with age. They will value it, not despise it. (from Sarah)
Karen said…
I like what Sarah said. But sadly, my experience (although limited, I admit) of the undergraduate/new graduate population is that they often tend towards perceiving themselves as having all the wisdom...
But maybe you will find a fellow mature-aged student buddy that you can hang out with. Or you could run off to a coffee shop during the breaks and enjoy some time by yourself (this is what I am planning to do if the conference I am off to next week gets too much for me....)
Anonymous said…
600 students! Awesome.
:) Beck

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