Sitting with some of my students last night, it came up that I graduated high school with the Class of 2000. One guy very noticeably said “00?? Wow, you ARE old”. I paused, and then I thought, he is absolutely right. Class of 2000 was eons ago. When I graduated high school, if someone told me they were the Class of 1994, I would have had a cow. Only old fogeys belong to classes graduating SIX years ago. So it’s all relative.

I also went to a meeting yesterday where some undergrad stated that she really enjoyed attending weekly meetings for the organization and discussing policy. When probed on what the policies were, she mentioned things such as how many mailboxes should be stacked on top of each other versus placed across, or how to phrase a particular question on a survey or really just whether or not to make the answers to that one question public. That’s all fine and dandy until she mentioned how these were all very important issues that were debated at length for 3+ weeks each. That’s when I thought, “wow, was I this brainwashed as an undergrad and thought that the longer the we discuss something, the more important it must be?” So again, it’s all relative.

It’s snowing outside right now. With the weather in the 60s earlier this week, the snow is really quite a bummer. But I’m going snowboarding this weekend on Sunday, and I groaned at the 60-degree weather this past week thinking the slopes would be incredibly undesirable on Sunday. Now I’m actually happy that it’s snowing. I don’t think I’ve been this happy to see snow since I was in elementary school in the South.

It’s all relative.