Chronicles of an Eternal Student

I am the oldest person in this room right now. That is so scary to me. I think that they all must be laughing at me. I have nothing in common with them: I am a mother, they live with their parents. I pay a mortgage, they pay their parents 50 bucks a month. My demeanor is what gives me away. When they complain about homework or chores, I canÌt help but snort. I love being here at school. I love doing the homework. And chores? They donÌt know chores. TheyÌre not responsible for running an entire household. IÌm not angry at them, though. I was 18 once. I was full of youthful enthusiasm. IÌm still young. ItÌs not that unusual for a 24 year old to still be in school. I just feel so much older. IÌve been married for 5 years. IÌve adopted a 6 year old. I own a house. My parents donÌt even own a house. I donÌt feel like I belong here. Is that so odd? I feel like IÌm 40. I love school, though. It drives me. I want to make it through. I want to finish and be. . . Well. I guess IÌm not sure what I want to be. I know that I want to create. I want my art to be seen, even if it means that I have to do commercial art. Design frees me, but it also limits me. My spirit soars when IÌm working on a layout or designing some typography. But I want more. I want to be original. That is impossible in my field. I have such mixed feelings.

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