.........was I ever that young?
Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm a baby - twenty-two stumblingfumbling towards something resembling maturity (perhaps; only on half the days that end with 'y," maturity's overrated in the first place) - I'll never quite belittle what I've seen or lived but there are millions who have seen or lived more...
It's strange to find bits of your own character and quirks in other people (people are people and yet --)
...but sometimes my students just make me feel old.
Stealing sips of the cooking sake with shiftynervous smiles in the middle of the cooking class? Kids. ♥ And yet not. Not at all - I remember tenth grade and wasn't a kid then - socially active and politically aware and a bit of a firebrand, all told. Ha. In any case, I'd have punched or sent a purse flying at anyone who'd intimate that I was a kid, then. And yet, and yet.
Regardless, the days like today in which the ichinens plied me with nikujaga (think Japanese-style stew), excellent miso soup, and madeleines are certainly on my list of Favorite Days, Ever. They got a kick out of how I had been living off of nikujaga in my first month here (with a recipe I'd gleaned from one of my textbooks!), but had never had a madeleine before (they're a delicious pastry/cupcake; golden and utterly delicious. From the name, guessably French; I have one in my fridge that will be breakfast tomorrow...... mmm.)
Off to curl up with House of Leaves and some old-school U2 - I'd forgotten how awesome "The Joshua Tree" was as an album. Wow. Definitely on my "stranded-on-a-desert-island" shortlist. ^_~
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