So it’s the first day of classes and I’m bustling around my office, trying to get myself organized. I look out the door and there are a few girls in the hallway, sitting on this bench, so I just to be on the safe side I stick my head out and say, “None of you are waiting for me, are you?” And they all look surprised and one of them says, sweet as anything, “No, ma’am.”
When did I become a Ma’am, I ask you? I’ll tell you when. About when I got too old for The O.C., as I officially surmised last night. I just can’t do it. I’ve tried. TWICE. But I’m too old. I think it really hit home when they were all going to that club in retro-eighties wear and I’m thinking, God, I was around when that was actually NOT retro. When it was new. Back to Starting Over for me, I guess. I can’t say I’m really all that surprised.
Okay, back to work. Have a good day everyone!