Thursday, November 29, 2007

Odometer's rollin' over.

Whenever the essentially-random day of the year rolls around which happens to be the day on which the doctor slapped your ass and told your mom what gender you are, reflection is invited — nay, expected — so I'll indulge in some, if you don't mind. Random thoughts follow.

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We have a preservice teacher in our department for the next couple of weeks. She went through high school in the first group of kids in the four-year curriculum; that is, she was the younger half of the "double cohort." My first year of teaching was '00-'01, and in that year, the first 4-year kids were in Grade 10. I taught Grade 10 Science that year, and I vividly remember several kids in that class, including one who had ADHD and drove me crazy nearly every day; he is the reason I will never name a child of mine Tyler.

Well, that and the fact that Tyler is a ridiculous name.

Anyway, this means that the preservice teacher we have at the moment is the same age as Tyler. And that freaks me out a bit.

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On the other hand, aging isn't so bad. As I've mentioned before, our culture has this "let's worship youth and try to stay young as long as possible" thing going on, which is ridiculous. Have you talked to young people lately? They're a pretty dumb lot, on the whole. (It's not their faulty, though. They're just young. They get smarter.)

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You know how people are all, "Holy cow, I'm x years old. It seems like just yesterday I was in high school/university/college/terrorist training camp." I don't feel this way. I think back ten years, to when I was turning 20 and in my third year of university — I was a young, naive child. I didn't know shit about shit. And when I think about all the people I've met, places I've gone, important things I've learned and the myriad ways I've grown both personally and professionally, 20 seems like eons ago.

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I talked to my folks on the phone tonight — maybe they knew I planned on being thoroughly incapacitated tomorrow night — and my mom reiterated something I've heard her say before: "Your 30s will be better than your 20s. Your 40s will be better than your 30s. And your 50s will be better than your 40s." I have a feeling she's right; moms usually are about these sorts of things.

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They say you're only as old as you feel. I feel like I'm still a kid at times, but can act very grown-up should the situation call for it. I find Jackass hilarious, but own cuff-links. I goof around with my students, but have well-thought-out pedadogical reasons why that's a really important thing to do. I love AC/DC, but can get lost in Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain.

So, if I was to try and put a number to how I feel... I'd say I feel about 22.

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