35 years old, and here I sit in my dorm room... listening to the laughter down the hall.... and worried about whether or not I am going to fit in... Funny how the feeling of inadequacy set in as soon as I stepped out of the taxi and walked up to the dorm room.
I don't know what to expect from a group such as this, but I imagine they are the kind of smart I have always wanted to be, but just never seem to find the time to become. You know, those people that just know shit about everything and can carry on a conversation about the economy and the stock market as though they have always known everything about everything. I am not that kind of smart. I am a completely different kind of breed all together.
I do not know literature, although I have always wanted to know it and be able to recite a quote from this or that, or hear a quote and say "Oh yes, that is Bronte" My dad on occasion bursts out in limerick about putting your kids to bed, or running for office, or what ever else pops up in conversation. He'll go on for 10 or 12 quadrants before he says something like "oh I forget the rest". Its crazy! No, I'm not that kind of smart. I don't remember things... not like that anyway. I forgot my computer cord... doh!
I worry about being a hick.... I hate being a hick. I am NOT a hick. lol
I can do this! I am the kind of smart that looks at the big picture and says "yes, I realize the world economy is this or that, and I couldn't tell you why it is so, but I can say that if we look at what we do have in our possession, then we can create great things". I'm creative, and that is something to be proud of. I am worthy of these four walls, and I deserve to be here. Tomorrow is going to be a walk in the park.
Now if only I could find me a sandwich!
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