Children

Not mine, certainly. The ones – the undergrads-, rather, who also at times sit in the library carrel I inhabit right now. I’m working, but distracted by the writings on the wall.

We have the typical signatures, “DHS 11/15/05.” “Brobs” was apparently here often from October to December. Some desperate student philosophized, “It’s just one grade,” another found that “Calc II = Hell.” A girl with bubbly handwriting lamented breaking up with her “perfect BF” for a “kid that smokes & wears an earring” who she may never even talk to.

I know they’re predominantly over 18, but some times I’m just so struck by how young they are.

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3 responses to “Children

  1. Just wait until you become old enough that those 18 year olds could be your child…then it really hits you how young they are or rather, how old you have become. Time continues to move forward and at times, we are often unaware of it. It is scarey! Blink a few times and see what happens.

  2. And, while the rest of us get older, the undergraduates are always the same age, eternally naive, eternally young.

  3. The undergrads here seem a lot younger than at my undergrad school. Most of my classmates and even myself worked for all or part of our living expenses while we were going to school. The cost of going to this university is so high that it is impossible for any of the undergrads to pay for everything on their own or even pay a significant part of their education as they are taking classes. Many of the undergrads here are fully funded by their parents, so they have no real responsibility other than school. It sometimes feels like the undergraduate here have never left high school.

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