So this week, I walked the Embarcadero at twilight with Orange, an old roommate in DC and an always friend. She asked me if I felt old, I think, in regards to being a high school teacher and constantly surrounded by youth. I have come to the realization that if I were to watch The Breakfast Club, I might actually be able to see Principal Vernon's point of view.
I also witnessed the Youth Speaks preliminaries at the Filipino Community Center, and I have to say that it is actually refreshing to see youth slam. I am over adults slamming, though. That would be so 2000.
Okay, reason number 2001 that I feel old. I am working on a Saturday. Off to a conference. Possible roller skating in San Ramon later and then dinner at Straits with ALL the Danger Girls, former freshman year college roommate with whom I had a serious fall out included. Oy vey.
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