Gripes.

Working on a project for principles of searching, I traveled back to my high school in order to work one on one with an "information client" and showcase my awesome search skills. This was all fine and dandy until we hit the stacks. It was in that moment I realized how smart of a decision it was for me to become an elementary school media specialist instead of working in a high school. Not because of how immature the client acted in the porn section (his psychology assignment: is porn harmful?) or because his friend came over and pretended to beat him up. There is plenty of immaturity in elementary school aged children, I'm well aware.

No, it was that moment that I got mistaken for a high schooler BY a high schooler. Often times older people will project my age to be about 16 instead of accrediting me the almost 22 years I've breathed oxygen. I've gotten used to it. (Though there was that time in April a woman guessed I was in 8th grade when I informed her I wasn't in high school, instead of guessing I was at the very least a freshman in college. That stung.) But high schoolers should be able to sense when they are looking at someone older than them, right? Geez!

And whenever I've described my plight of being mistaken for a high schooler, people tell me what a good thing it is and how much I'll love it when I'm older. The problem is, I'm not older. In a few semesters I will be out in the real world with a masters degree, getting mistaken for a high schooler. If only I even liked high schoolers. Alas, I find them revoltingly annoying and plan on sending any future children off to boarding school so as to solve the cognitive dissonance that will occur when I have to like my kids, yet they have to be teenagers. All right, maybe that's not entirely true--but still! Trying to get a job and get taken seriously by future employers will be difficult if I appear as if I hang out at malls on Friday nights with all my bros since that's the only place my parents will drop me off.