Act Your Age

Honestly I don’t know why I’m surprised anymore that people can’t ever accurately guess my age. It’s happened my whole life, and it’s not the guess in the good way, where people think you look young for your age (which I guess in a sense is a bad thing if there are age restrictions and you look 12 instead of 20, but still). For me, everyone thinks I’m older than I actually am. And I’ve been getting it all my life.

The most memorable times were when I had just started High School. It happened first when I was one of the newer cheerleaders for my schools squad. I was a freshman, and low and behold I was once again taller than everyone I was around. The incident (we are going to start calling these by weird and unrelated terms because that’s what they felt like to me) happened when I was at tumbling practice with two of the seniors. I felt really out of place and uncomfortable because I didn’t know either of them, but soon they struck up a conversation with me. In a round about way the conversation eventually turned to “you’re only 14? But you’re so tall already! I thought you were a Junior” and so on and so forth. From then on my height became one of the funnier things in my life.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being tall. It means I can reach the tallest shelves in my apartment and once, it allowed me to be able to save a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest in the cranny of a building, but I digress.

The weird thing was, is when all this was happening, I still had braces. So I thought I looked like a dorky little kid. The next occurrence was after Christmas. I had been given a new pair of boots that were just a little too small, so my mom took me to the store to exchange them. I don’t think there were any in the store so we decided to order them. The lady at checkout was like “oh yes these are nice shoes. Do you want them shipped to your parents or to your school?” Now I believe my mom was browsing, so I got really confused. My school? Why on earth would I want these sent to my school? But after my moment of weak firing neurons, I realized she thought I was in college. College? That’s an upgrade from before, what kind of new adventures of misdirection was my height going to take me on? So I just politely said “Well actually I’m only a Freshman in high school, so if you could ship them to my house that would be great.” The lady was kind of shocked and started apologizing, but it’s not like I hadn’t gotten it before right?

The last episode of my high school series I think was the funniest. The reason is because, I had been walking through the commons of my school and suddenly this lady at a table calls out to me. She looks like a PTA mom, advertising for the Senior Grad Night, where after graduation, all the Seniors supposedly pile into buses to have a night of random fun. Anyways… she calls over to me and asks if I’ve signed up for Grad Night yet. And to myself I am laughing my keister off. This is a mom. Who is hosting Grad Night. Which means she has a senior of her own for a child. And she thinks I’m one.  So I just kind of turn to her and grin, trying not to let my laughter out into reality, and say “no, because I’m only a Freshman.” Once again I get the look of surprise and aww. How can this tall person in front of me not be the age I thought they were? Well I’m not, so meh.

Any who… the point of this is that I still kind of get a shock and giggle out of people not believing I’m as old as I am. I’m in college now and people still guess that I’m a few years older. It could be that I got to bypass some classes by taking earlier courses in high school, so I am in sections that people of upper ages should be in, but there are people who are only a year older than I am in there and no one is surprised at them. But I mean really, whenever I tell people my age they think it’s some sort of trick. They ask me when I graduated and how old I was when I graduated, when’s my birthday, yadda yadda yadda. What I just think is ridiculous, is sure I get this from people in my classes who don’t know me too well because I only see them for an hour every few days, but today, of all people, my roommate somehow just found out that I’m younger than she is. She asked me all the questions and it just goes to show that no matter how old I get, people will still be amazed at the wonder that is my age.


Here Goes Nothing

Ok so this week has been pretty low-key to high to low once more. It started off with the sun finally making its Spring appearance and bringing warmth to the frozen world I have been living in for the past two or so months. Hallelujah! I honestly could not stand the freezing air anymore. When it reached the ultimate 40 below in January I was cursing the wind. Although, I couldn’t really curse the wind because if I opened my mouth all the air would be sucked out of my lungs and my teeth would freeze, but it’s the thought that counts. So hurray for sunshine and above 50 degree weather. Only problem I am faced with now is the wind that batters and blows and thinks it’s funny to cause me to walk without going anywhere. Somehow I will make peace with this weather demon, but as for right now I will just appease it with words of thanks.

Due to the temperature increase, I was able to do some outdoor activities this week. I began by playing basketball with the flattest of balls, but still enjoyed making some hoops and getting my heart rate up. I soon discovered, at that very same park, that there were swings. Ones adults could actually enjoy without their feet dragging through bits of wood chips! So of course I spent the rest of my time there immersed in the joy and elation of swinging so high and so fast that you are disoriented by the time you come down. It was amazing. So amazing in fact, that my roommates and I took a late night trip, and went back the next day after dark to use the swings. Yeah, yeah early adults and their weird habits, go ahead and judge.

This week also held an array of different days that were to be celebrated. Pi day was on the 14th, so I spent that indulging in mass amounts of delicacies. My favorite being one that mixed a crumb crust, with a homemade one and had peaches and apple filling. And the funnies, yet still good, lemon meringue that just so happened to be pie soup. The other day worth mentioning would be the famous Ides of March! Beware the Ides of March, Julius Caesar was once told. However, upon not heading the warnings, Caesar was stabbed in the Senate and said the famous line “Et tu, Brute”? Or basically, ‘you too dude?’ I honored this day by eating a Caesar salad. I did not, however, stab it repeatedly with a knife. (And I know there are people out there that will say, but Caesar salad was actually created in Mexico centuries after the death of Caesar in Rome. Yes. I know this. Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun with play on words, okay?)

Most importantly this week I think, is that I went a day early and saw Beauty and the Beast. No one will tell me otherwise, because my opinion is set in stone, but I thought it was fantastic! There was so much depth added to the characters and the story line. Plot holes that always puzzled me were explained and new songs that caused my heart to swell left me speechless. I left the theater overflowing with so much joy and happiness that I simply could not sleep. Emma Watson is someone I dearly admire and I thought she did phenomenal in this film. Belle had always been one of the higher ranking princesses for me, but as a child, the Beast had frightened me. I can now safely say that the talented Dan Stevens has assuaged this fear. The voice talents of all involved are tremendous and I would recommend the movie to any and all that wish to simply experience a happy few hours.

This week ended with my joining my friend Caylyn in an excited conversation over the film (more specifically a song that makes both her and I decidedly silly). And then the two of us had a grand time watching some Jane Austen adaptions while simultaneously laughing at ourselves.