I’m 34. Eat shit old man it’s OUR time. (I also work on a college campus and I feel ancient 5 days a week)
I’m 34. Eat shit old man it’s OUR time. (I also work on a college campus and I feel ancient 5 days a week)
I remember when people stopped asking me if I was a grad student. Bam, suddenly went from a fresh faces youth to being a 79yo emeritus prof who shuffles into the office monthly for a book and everyone is deferential and you are like ?? because you had no idea that they invented chairs or something
Every summer, because I’m staff and no students are there I think “I could still pass as a college kid.” Then the first day of class comes along… lol no way. I look like a professor.