A funny thing happened in class today:
The instructor was talking about the fries arranged on the plate as he critiqued our image - and said something like "Years ago McDonalds used to cut the fries at the restaurant" and then he said "Do you remember that Cynthia?" Well of course I do - but I got a little chuckle out of having him recognize me as the oldest person in the class. I think he was a little embarrassed and wondered if he hurt my feelings - but it was OK.
I don't often think about being the oldest person (probably old enough to be the grandmother to most of the students) and I don't think they give it much thought either. Sometimes it gets noticed, like today or when I am carting something heavy or have my arms full of stuff, then, invariably someone wants to help me - and I let them. There should be some benefits to being the oldest person in the program :)
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