Getting Older

My students have gotten over their "first week jitters" and are now more comfortable with talking to me. Before one of my classes began yesterday, one of my girls was curious as to how old I was.

"How old do you think I am?" I asked, instead of giving up the goods.

It's always interesting to play this little game. Sometimes you're pleasantly surprised by what a teenager thinks ... Other times, not so much ...

She looked at me, wrinkled her button nose, and thought for a minute. "I'd say you're about twenty," was her eventual reply.

Twenty! :)

I was still in college at twenty.

I doubt she really took the time to do the math ... But it made my day nonetheless!

(Especially since I'll be turning twenty-six tomorrow.)