Oh Kids

So for the last few days, I've been working with some students and these people are as young as young could possibly be. I'd be like, omg what age are you? Because you're making me feel freakishly old! And I'm not supposed to feel so invalid and obsolete at 24!!! Well to be fair, I've always looked older than my age and my maturity level is clearly startlingly beyond my years, like omg for realz yo shizzle.

And I'm constantly thinking like, what was I doing when I was back at your age? Oh to be back in tiny little berms and slippers and to have ribena-coloured hair again. I sometimes feel like it would be harmful to come close to these kids because my skin might start to crackle and my hair might spontaneously start to turn white from exposure to such a huge contrast in age. AND WAISTLINE, these teenagers are so thin!!! For once in my life, I feel an intense kinship with the whole plastic surgery industry.

And sometimes, when these kids meet for the first time, I'd be explaining all my stuff and trying to comprehend the comprehension in their eyes, when I'd suddenly realize that they're making eyes at each other and firing balls of flames across the room with their body language. What am I, a matchmaking service?? WTH! Why do kids always have to make me feel like the universe DOESN'T revolve around me. I'm so not used to this!

Well its thursdoinks :) TGIF coming up soooooooooon!!!