Yesterday was the first day, since I started back, that I felt awkward, and embarrassed by how old I am. Sitting on the hallway floor in the Ballantine bldg, waiting to go into a gen ed class... It just hadn't occurred to me until then to feel inadequate because of my age. I had been feeling like it was a very cool thing. And it's not the academics (except qualifying for future finite math), I'm doing fine. It's probably my blasted hormones. I feel good about it though, because everybody has insecure moments, right? This is not something that haunts me daily. Six weeks into the semester, and just one off day? I'll take it.
But that off day is not fun.
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