I'm Old

Yesterday while I was teaching piano, I was talking to my student about what kind of music she likes to listen to (she has hit The Wall, which means she doesn't want to practice anymore. I'm trying to help her smash through The Wall). She said her favorite song right now is "Just the Way You Are." I immediately thought of Billy Joel, whom I adore. Then she said it's a song by Bruno Mars. I have heard of Bruno Mars, and I think I have actually heard the song once. But I can't think of the tune off the top of my head.

Then today, I went to Ethan's class to be a reading helper. Every Friday, four students and I read novels or non-fiction books together. Today we were reading about inventions, and we learned about the telephone and the camera, among others. But I had them turn to the front page of the book and learn that it was copyrighted in 1999, which means the book is 12 years old. I told them how much phones and cameras have changed even in just the last 12 years (since this book was written). One girl looked at me very seriously and said, "My mom was born in the nineteens."

I was born in the nineteens too. 1976, to be exact.

I'm Old. Old with a capital O.