A few days ago I went to meet my niece and help her through some of the usual college red-tape-ish garbage. While I was waiting for her to get out of her (7:30a.m. to 10:30 a.m.!) chemistry lab, I went to the cafeteria and had this, what I call my Student Nostalgia Breakfast Special. That's a bagel in some kind of cellophane envelope, a packet of Philadelphia cream cheese, and a 32 oz. diet Pepsi. I call it the Student Nostalgia Breakfast Special because that's the kind of stuff I lived on when I was in school. Vegetables were vague things then and if anything, I drank even more coffee than I do now. I probably spent more money on S'bux than I did on my undergraduate tuition.
The day I was on campus, there was a kind of open house for local high school students. There is nothing to make one feel a hundred years old like coming face to face with hoards of high school students. They were all so young and gangling and shiny faced. It was disturbing, kind of. As I watched a group of about twenty of them being herded about like kittens, I was amused to see how earnestly they approached the experience. It made me wonder if I had ever been that sincere. (Actually, I'm probably still that sincere, it's just tempered by a huge lot of cynicism.) They're funny things, high school-aged children.
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