Here’s the thing. I’m 35 and I’m about to start college. I don’t mean like one of those “1 night a week” colleges where everyone is old. I mean I will actually be twice as old as most of the people in the room. There’s a good chance I’ll be older than at least one of my professors. I still think of myself as being fairly young so this notion is immensely stressful for me. I have decided that my only option for dealing with it is to blog it.
Let me be upfront about one thing regarding this blog. I am not a dirty old man who will be writing about scantily clad coeds. I mean, I am a dirty old man – I just won’t be writing about ass. So hear this declaration: There will be no sex in this blog! I am obliged to insert two jokes here. “I’ve been married 5 years so what do I know about sex anyway?” and “If I have any sex I wouldn’t want my wife to find out about it!” I would say something about a rim shot after those lines but it might violate the no sex rule.
So the journey starts now, with a poor introduction to the next 2.5 years of my life. In the 3 weeks before classes start I’ll post a little bit about my background, how I got here, and where I want to go. Once the semester starts I’ll chronicle the ups and downs of being a student again and the special pain of being the old guy who cares more about grades than partying. I also plan on keeping a running tally of how many times I break down crying because someone called me sir – especially if it’s one of the professors.
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