I’m always amazed at how fast time flies by when I’m teaching. Seriously, wasn’t it just August. Midterms have been taken. Fall break is over and done. We’re almost to Veteran’s Day and Thanksgiving break. Then finals and winter break. It goes by so quickly. I know that’s kind of a cliche thing to say, but it’s also true.
It’s a weird thing to get older. I wasn’t sure I was so aware of this when I was a teenager or even in my early twenties, but it’s kinda bizarre. I’m sure all of my older relatives smile and laugh when they see me saying this, because I’m sure they went through it too. At least I hope they did. It’s something that dawns on me as a teacher from time to time. 15 years ago, I was one of those kids sitting in the classroom. I listened to my teachers, but I secretly thought they were full of crap. Did they have the realization that they too once thought their teachers were full of it? Does every teacher ever realize that even as we give sage, worldly advice to our students, we realize that they will believe us or heed our advice until they are in their late twenties and early thirties? And, of course, by then they could be giving worldly, sagely advice to a new group of teens who just couldn’t give a shit about the great things the adult was saying. It’s a cycle of disinterest, unbelieving, realization, and then trying to pass on unwanted wisdom.
My father is chucking to himself right now as he reads this.
So time flies by us. At the end of this month, my grandmother will turn 95 years old. I wonder how she feels about giving advice to foolish young people who will never heed it away. Maybe I should ask her.