OK, so something has been bothering me. I feel like in some of my classes, I talk too much. Not really chatting with my classmates, but raising my hand and talking. And talking. And talking. I do not get it. I am not a chatty person. In fact, I’m pretty quiet most of the time. And, it’s not just me. I think it is an old person thing. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
I distinctly remember that when I was in college the first time around, I pretty much hated all of the nontraditional students. They always got good grades, never came to class stinking of booze or cigarettes, didn’t come to class hung over or drunk, never missed class, and never seemed to be running late. They always did their homework. And they talked constantly. My friends and I had discussions about these strange old people who chose to come join the land of the shiny, happy college kids, and theorized about what must have gone wrong in their lives to put them in such a miserable position. And we wondered…why do they feel the need to answer EVERY question that the professor asks? What losers.
OK, fast forward 12 years. I am now that old, stressed out, mostly sober, nontraditional student that I always pitied in my younger years. And sometimes I can’t seem to shut up. I’ve always blamed it on the fact that I am studying education. How can I study children and not think of my own kids, and how they relate to what we are discussing in class? How can I NOT raise my hand and interrupt a lecture to tell the whole class and the professor about how brilliant and clever and cute my kids are? I can’t help it.
Last semester was really bad. I felt like I was slowly alienating myself from my classmates because of all of the talking. So this year, I am working on it. I sometimes go an entire day (4 whole classes!) without speaking of the darling (devious) Pollard children. Some days, I fall off the wagon, and start randomly talking about what my kids want to be for Halloween, or about how I think that my first grader might be a mathematical genius… but I am trying.
So forgive me, dear classmates, if my jabbering and my and always completed homework are annoying. And forgive me, nontraditional students of 2001, for calling you losers. You are brave, and smart, and worked harder than I could have ever guessed. And yes… karma is a bitch.