I Just Want to Play
I am an eight year old trapped in a twenty seven-year old’s body. I really just would like to play now, please. But I have 3 weeks of class and about 10 papers left to write. (Along with many, many other non-academic projects due.) I’m learning that I get things done most efficiently when I can do something fun at the same time. I have to con myself into finishing projects by multi-tasking play in the midst of the work.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been actually growing excited when it’s time to listen to my online lectures! Do you know what I do while I listen to hour long lectures? I make recycled envelopes! It really does seem to help me listen more critically if I can simultaneously play with scissors, glue, and weird paper/maps/liner-notes. I’m afraid I’m regressing from grad school to pre-K.
Lately people have been mistaking me for much younger. A week or two ago, this lady said, “Oh! I really want you to meet my friend! She’s just your age…wait…how old are you?”
“Oh! Well, she’s about 20 or 21. But when are you going to start looking your age, darling!”
It doesn’t bother me much. I’m afraid of growing up and growing boring.
(Kids playing in the rainbow photo by Brimley).