A Vacillating Opinion
In the course of the past week, many people have asked me if I fear this new realm of the 30s that I entered on Sunday. My answer is no — when you’re carded on a regular basis, the actual number fails to make an impression on you. That and the fact that I have a feeling that there’s a lot of good to come, obviously.
However, it struck me that I will be attending my younger brother’s high school graduation this weekend. He is graduating from the same system that held all siblings prisoner for up to four years (1.5 in Big Bro A’s case as he attended three different high schools). I will be in attendance at said graduation, seeing quite a few of the teachers who taught me 12 to 16 years ago. I will look at my brother and wonder how he went from a red overall wearing toddler to an MIT prefrosh. Gone are his poofy cheeks, his toothless grin, his tendency to pronounce r’s as l’s in Spanish; all this cuteness when I was still in high school.
And that, my friends, made me feel old.
R’s as I’s? How did I do that? But I can’t wait to see you and graduate (finally).
Example: quelia = queria
:D