Growing Up Isn't Easy

And then one day I woke up and I was a grown-up. I accepted the job at Pleasant Grove Junior! On my way home, I looked at my car, at my cell phone, I thought about how I'm graduating on Thursday, and how I have a real job as a real teacher, and I wondered, how did it all happen? How did it just all happen so very very fast?

I'm SOOO OLLLD. Age seems to come into conversation so very often lately, and I ask, "So how old do you think I am?" And its a 23, or 24, which is AWFUL! I want to throw up!! Do I strike you as that old?? 21, folks, twenty-one. Ok, so perhaps I come across as 'mature', but I don't like it. For being an RM, and a graduate, fine, but I hope my personality doesn't come across as that old. I need to start doing immature, irresponsible, irrational things again.