I feel like my age, and…
Jan 12th, 2010 by Ashley
We were divided into groups today in our Fiction class. Having had to be face to face with my group members, I was once again stunned by the youthfulness they possess, their forgiven carelessness and their fearless disposition toward the world that is going to devour them. Perhaps it was because I haven’t taken classes that involved interaction with college aged kids for the past six months. (I’ve been in Taiwan and I only hanged with a middle aged graphic designer and a matured looking guy in my drawing class.) I wonder how they see me. That is, if they saw me at all. Nevertheless, I was less self conscious than I used to be. I’ve recently decided that if I’m uncomfortable, or unable even, to present the confident self in front of these bunch of overconfident brats (no hard feelings), in English, I’ll settle to be “the quiet one”, as in the poem “The Quiet One” which I haven’t yet to finish.
But as I was sitting quietly, trying not to be desperately wanting to join the conversation which was honestly quite dull even though spices were added to make it lively, the other quiet girl spoke. “Never used powerpoint in my life.” She paused, savoring the sudden attention mixed with amazement, and then continued with the languor she’d been posing all morning, “We didn’t use that in high school. I’m 24.” I almost bursted out laughing while the others exchanged murmured exclamation like “we thought you’re our age!” and thoughtful declaration like “you get that every once in a while.” oh my oh my…