Getting older by the minute
Is everybody having fun and enjoying this wonderful arctic weather? Personally, and I believe I speak on behalf of the staff and students at EWE, BLAH!!!!!
Since we are all experiencing "Cabin Fever," (you might want to explain what cabin fever is to the youngins), I decided to share some humorous thoughts in efforts to cheer all of you up.
Now this revelation began last summer when my family and I attended my class reunion. It really isn't important which reunion it was, but during this time, I noticed some things among my former classmates that bothered me. For some unexplainable reason, they have changed. Many have lost hair, or their hair color has changed, gained weight, etc. In a more succinct way, they all grew old. As I looked at my wife, I asked if this had happened to me? Well, if you know my wife, she told me in her own kind words that age has not affected me like most. A fact attributed to working with young people.
I found some interesting anecdotes that pertain to age and would like to share them with you.
You know you're aging when:
You quit trying to hold in your stomach no matter who walks in the room.
You enjoy watching the news. In fact you highlight in your TV guide what is on the history channel.
Worse yet, you actually remember the events as they happened.
The phone rings and you hope it is not for you.
The only reason you are still awake at 4 a.m. is indigestion.
People ask what color your hair used to be.
You are a proud owner of a lawnmower. Better yet, you have moved up the ranks to a riding lawnmower.
Your best friend is dating someone half their age and isn't breaking any laws.
You start singing along with elevator music.
You really do want a new washing machine for your birthday.
Your car has four doors. Worse yet, you are the proud owner of a mini-van.
You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge and despise those young folks for passing you on K-10 like the speed of light.
You routinely check the oil in your car and actually have the oil changed at 3,000 miles.
You consider coffee one of the most important things in life.
Your idea of sleeping in is 8 a.m.
You don't remember when you got that mole...or the next one to it.
You write thank you notes without being told.
Neighbors borrow your tools.
You answer a question with, "Because I said so!"
You have your Christmas shopping done in November.
You paint walls for a reason other than getting your deposit back.
You really don't like to drive after dark.
You say the words, "Turn that music down!" Worse yet, complain to your kids about the music they listen too. (Sound familiar?)
You wear black socks with sandals or white socks with dress pants and you really don't care what others think.
You know all the warning signs of a heart attack and carry an aspirin with you at all times.
You rake, mow and maintain the yard.
You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television.
Going out on the town means exactly that with the exception that you are home by 10 p.m.
In relation to getting old is the fact that in education this can be true especially when:
You have children of former students at your school.
Former students are now on their own, married with children.
You have former students stop by and they are old.
You have grandchildren of former students.
You run into a kid at the store and he asks if you were his Dad's teacher?
Folks I hate to admit this and I will fight to the end but I, we, are getting old. I have even noticed this in town. People I first met seven years ago aren't as young as they use to be. It is my only hope that these young people will remember this as they age because I am not sure I can make it through another generation of kids of former students.