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Training is going well enough. It involves a great deal of sitting around and listening to lecture, rather like a flashback to high school, except that in high school I was much better at sitting for hours on end without going stir-crazy. Clearly in high school my nerves were constructed of DRIVEN STEEL and I just never realized.
Or possibly in high school I often paid only the vaguest of attention and therefore escaped much mental fatigue. Take your pick.
A lot of my fellow trainees are forty or fifty and have jobs and lives and kids - kids my own age, even, sometimes. It's so strange for me to think of them as my peers. Until now, my peers have always been classmates, but all of a sudden I have peers who are thirty years older than me. I have to remind myself that it's okay to call them by their first names.
(Of course I realize that I have LJ friends of that same age, but it's not the same. Everyone on the internet is vaguely ageless.)
Or possibly in high school I often paid only the vaguest of attention and therefore escaped much mental fatigue. Take your pick.
A lot of my fellow trainees are forty or fifty and have jobs and lives and kids - kids my own age, even, sometimes. It's so strange for me to think of them as my peers. Until now, my peers have always been classmates, but all of a sudden I have peers who are thirty years older than me. I have to remind myself that it's okay to call them by their first names.
(Of course I realize that I have LJ friends of that same age, but it's not the same. Everyone on the internet is vaguely ageless.)
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