Time

So I am twenty, nearly twenty-one, and I feel old. Not when I look in the mirror and yell at my face for growing little more than peach fuzz. I feel old looking at women and I have to wonder, is this normal? Let me elaborate. I was watching, Walking Tall, with the Rock, and noticed that the main male love interest looked barely out of high school, and striping! Now striping male love interests I have no problem with, it's just when you say, "Wow, she looks young," you tend to scare your friends and yourself. I realize that she is probable in her late twenties, early thirties, but it just doesn't seem to click. Why do they have to make them look so young? Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for forty year-old strippers. That would be distasteful, but I am just looking for a women that is as old, as I feel. I look around campus and realize that these kids come and go, they grow up, have sex, drink a lot (not much to do up here), and eventually graduate. I suppose wisdom is a virtue, and stagnation is a frame of mind, but is it too much to ask for someone mature and as lost as myself? I also wonder why there has to be a sex carnival on Valentine's Day and why kids were running around while this was going on? Why do we need sexual responsibility week in college? Perhaps, we are just no better then high scholars after all. It is strange, when is the transition from being taught and teaching take effect and when are we no longer what we were and become what we will be? Oh Time, thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie(Twelfth Night; II,ii,39-40). A lot of things come and go as we grow, a child is no more or less then a state of being, a dad is a dad, and a father a father, it's all how you look at it and apply yourself. Do you step up or let it be? They told me, when I was growing up, to "pick your battles," to "don't fight what you can't win." "Play by the rules and you will get far." Maybe, I didn't drink enough fluorinated water, or maybe I drank too much. But, there it is, your moment, my moment of enlightenment. And if you should see some bewildered freshman, wandering that halls of your hallowed learning place, choose not to haze and guild. We all were that wide eyed child, staring into the infinite unknown known, once upon a time. Once upon a time I was content with drinking games, once upon a time I got excited about have a bottle of beer in one hand and a girl, three sheets to the wind, in the other. But, I guess we all have to step up and take responsibility for the battle we choose to fight, and the battle we have to fight. The sad part about this is, I will forget all this. This experience, this wisdom (if you will let me call it that), this self-enlightenment, and revert to my old slacker self. Sometimes I hope to take a little away from what I right, but more often then not it sticks, like a dollar bill to fly paper. If you can salvage the bigger half, it still counts for one dollar American, but nobody looks at it the same. If you can salvage it, it's kind of the same, but not. So I will just sit down, eat my lunch, read my text books and ignore the children that walk past. Hoping that I get out of here soon and dreading the day I am released into society.

Just as a disclaimer, I don't think that the Shakespeare police will get on my case for quoting with out sighting...or they might so I throw it in there. Paraphrasing is nice, but if some one already did it better why bother?
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