**different strokes**

**"well the world don't move to the beat of just one drum..."**

Hobo Teacher, a blog I just discovered, is a hilarious take on teaching. Reading it only further proved that the college students I work with here, are just barely not in high school. And then thinking that made me think about this weekend and my time spent with some college friends. Self deemed the Ladies of 7N, the five of us met in the fall of 2000 while getting our Undergrads at OU, and have stayed friends as we continue life after college; a rag tag group that has produced a nurse, two teachers, an office manager, and me.

Anyway, I made the realization a long time ago that people change, as Steven King once wrote, "Friends come in and out in your life like waiters in a restaurant." But, I was still a little surprised with the change in the group; our banter of old replaced by discussions that included: 401K programs, state budget cuts, teacher position downsizing, and hospital safety drills. Finally at one point I looked at Stac, my closest friend from the group and said, "I never thought I would see the day that the OU girls were talking about 401K's." I know, I know, as people age you begin to talk about things more complex than what guy you are shagging, but when 401K's become my life's excitement, well, that's when I will exit without grace.

Even the later conversation, usally relaxed by a few drinks, felt loaded with some dark under-current, a tension; an almost "walking on egg shells" with each other feeling. What is it as we age? Do we finally look around and not recognize who is looking out at us through those familiar eyes? Is the needle scratched off the record, the ball dropped? Have we changed so much that we have become someone that is unrecognizable?

I hope so. I hate the person I was in college. I loathe the person I am now far less.


"I loathe the person I am now far less."
that's because you're wearing the effing tee-shirt I designed, huh... hey, you want to see something weird? but you gotta do it now.. google this: 09/17/2007
just that date...what came up first? weird.
I got this first: http://www.daybydaycartoon.com/2007/09/17/,

but I assume you meant the mention of your blog...ah, it's like you are famous!

Don't end your blog...what will I have to look forward to every day?

Anonymous said…
it worked better yesterday. it came up first.. dunno why, but it looked cool. not sure what I'm going to do with the blog, but you were doing just fine without me and you'll be fine again (after a few tears and a couple of drinks). cheers, effing.
Kt said…
Your friends sound very adult and responsible. How did that happen? Is it a worthwhile train to ride?

I disagree with King on friends. I would rather say, "Friends are like slugs on your head of lettuce. They come and go, but they take a little of you with them, and always leave a trail you can follow."
Wonderful analogy. They could then be likened to leeches. :)

Is it a worthwhile train? With some friends, all of this can be exciting, and I have some like that...I guess I just feel as though this group of friends and I are getting off at different stops, while some friends are on the train for the same final destination as me, ya know.

That is not to say that I want friends that are going to the same place/going through the same things as me...I guess we just want some similar things, have similar values, etc.

But, yeah it can be a worthwhile ride if you are sharing the compartment with some good friends who will share their Bertie Botts every flavor beans with you. :)

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