Two years later ...

[laleia]

I feel so old ... sigh

I went to one of those parties tonight, with all the parents from SLMCS that I studiously tried to avoid as much as possible, and of course nobody I knew was there. To add insult to the injury, a new generation of children seemed to have sprouted when I wasn't paying attention -- four college kids I'd never seen before from Mizzou, a newly-moved kid Hillary seemed somewhat acquainted with, and Simon had grown so ... punky (longer hair that almost covered his eyes, a more raucous personality, etc.) that I didn't recognize him at all.

And of course, the new kid seemed to think I was some sort of interloper.

Him: So, what school do you go to?
Me: USC.
Him: What's that?
Me: It's in California.
*long pause*
Him: Oh, you're in college
Me: Yes.
Him: I thought you were a sophomore!
Me: I'm a sophomore in college.
Him: I thought you were a sophomore in high school!
My thought: I'd gathered, dimwit.

I am not the interloper, fool. I am old hat at these things, although I wasn't quite as stellar as usual at my "perfect Chinese daughter" performance today, what with avoiding all the parents and their questions.

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[lilbabiangel888.livejournal.com]

I felt the exact same this entire break. Except I may have been even more pathetic. In trying to recapture those good ol' glory days, I visited my high school and stayed with the badminton team, all young'uns and some of whom I don't know at all, for hours upon hours. And I loved it because they all looked to me like some sort of collegiate badminton goddess. If only they knew that I'm more like one of those fading athletes that never know when to quit.