There's been a lot going on lately, least of which has been preparing to come back to school. It feels more surreal this semester than any other. It's my first semester being married, already having an apartment, and no new school clothes. Quite plainly...I feel too old. Of course I know this is just a personal mental block. Today a 19-year-old girl in my Spanish class told me I didn't look old enough to be 27. And I kept thinking, "I had my first degree before you were half way through high school." But such is the way of life. I wouldn't trade any of my experiences or time for anything else. Bring on the learning!