Kids talking, working, sleeping on a bench. Listening to music or playing a guitar. Eating a bagel or drinking black coffee. Buying supplies, studying together, comparing notes from last night. The energy in the place was just, well, animated. Well, except for the guy passed out on the bench with his backpack for a pillow.
And I thought, just for a brief moment, how I'd like to go back and do more study. More research more learning and certainly engage in more ah ha moments of discovery.
And then I needed to go to the washroom, and I saw myself in a mirror.
I felt so instantly old.
Just now, when I have the self confidence. When I'm ok with myself and have figured out a couple of life's big questions. When the formal education wouldn't be lost on me. I suddenly get old.
That's the story of my life. Arriving late to the parties, mostly because I'm a slow learner.
So maybe it's just as well I don't go back to school.
I'm still a slow learner.