My aging process — Six Word Saturday —

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my Six Words:

How does it feel?  Getting old

 

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How does one become aware when he or she is getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under 30.

Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.

If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.

This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.

Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.

One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.

I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.

Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.

Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.

After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.

I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.

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