Maybe I should have bought a convertible, but instead, I’m taking a couple of college classes. That sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? Not so much. Either college is harder than when I previously attended, or my brain is foggy.
Yesterday a friend was asking about one of my classes. I said, “We’re currently talking about Maslov’s hierarchy of needs.”
Then I corrected, “No, it’s Maslow, isn’t it? Maslov is the dog guy.”
She laughed and said, “No, the dog guy is Pavlov.”
So, that’s kind of how it is, a mess of mixed-up facts and random connections.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about some things that are different this time around.
- Reading glasses.
- Instead of turning up the stereo while I study, I put in earplugs so I can think and keep the squirrels away.
(To my family, the orange plugs in my ears might be a clue that I’m not listening to you.)
- Instead of staying out late, I now usually fall asleep trying to read.
- Being “hot” doesn’t mean what it used to.
- I’m not looking for a boyfriend.
- Most of my roommates now call me Mom.
- I haven’t been carded in over a decade.
- Young students comment about my “life experience.”
- I’m older than my advisor and some of my teachers.
- Instead of learning COBOL, FORTRAN, and BASIC computer code and picking up my printout at another building on campus, I’m blogging from my kitchen about going to college.