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- I think the semester aged me ten years. I'm glad it's almost over so I can start being friends with my students. It's hard, you know, being an immature and youngish-looking person who talks like a baby (that's me) having to be in a position of authority with people who are much smarter, more mature, and more academic than I will ever be. So I give up and now let's all just be friends. Drinking wine, had an awesome dinner, I can make amazing things. Oh, I was going to make no-bake cookies. Should get on that. Then, go to bed.
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