Possible Topics For A Blog Post No one I know can seem to get over their age. From the time I was, I don't know, ten, I've shared the 'I can't believe we're...' conversation with my friends. It shouldn't be that surprising--after a year goes by, we call ourselves by another number. There's this weird perception of what someone that age is 'supposed' to be and do, but yet as we reach each successive milestone and 'don't feel' it, wouldn't we catch on that there isn't a 'way' to feel? I guess we all know enough people who seem to have their shit together that it keeps the dream alive.

When I was in high school we wrote each other notes, obsessively. The kids don't do that anymore. They don't pass notes, in class or the halls, because they text. They are never out of contact with their friends. Ever. That must change friendship.

My brother irritated me today by leaving unsolicited suggestions on my voicemail about what to buy my sister-in-law for Christmas. Our ideas about gift-giving are totally different and I need to get over it.

Last week a student told a hilarious story in class about convincing another child to pee in a litter box while they were pretending to be animals.  ¶ 4:35 PM