Friday, September 4, 2009
We have a new building on the Breckenridge campus and along with that we have new systems. One system involves photo identification cards. I got mine yesterday and when I looked at the photo I saw an image of my father staring back at me white hair and all. He would have been 100 years old this month. I miss him.
Each day, each hour, each second we are all getting older. There is nothing we can do about that. Time marches on. I think the real issue is our perceptions of ourselves. Even though we may look older, how is our attitude. Do we think and act old? In my case I would say not.
Working with a group of 64 students whose average age is around 20 keeps me young. I can text on my phone. I can actually read shorten text messages in that strange new language. I keep up with the latest music and what is happening in the current generation.
This week I had an extended conversation about long boards. Skate boards that are very long that students are now carrying through the halls.
In my case my hair and my face give away my true age. But my mind and my thought process are about 50 years younger than all of that. Nice.