This morning I had a brief panicky situation in my bathroom. When I went inside my bathroom to shower, something bad surprised me. This was around 7 am. So I brushed my teeth, shaved, then stripped, then threw my clothes on the corner. I was about to climb into the tub, when I glanced at the mirror. I saw something glimmering on my forehead. I looked closer, and then parted my hair. I found one, two, three, four, five strands of grey hair.
Am I getting old?
I know I have one strand, but then since I came here it seems that it is multiplying.
I searched for some more minutes, and I found six, seven, eight, going....
23 strands in all.
I'm getting old. I better come to terms with it.
Classes start this Monday. I have 12 units of class, plus 3 units as a teaching assistant, plus a couple hours of office hours. I navigated the campus already, I've already stalked the libraries and checked where my books would be.
So, I've learned something new today. Grad school can make you old.