Doc, my loins are killing me.
The halls around campus are already starting to fill up with new recruits… I guess they are starting a semester early, knocking out a few credits before the regular year begins in the fall. Hmph, overachievers. Nothing but overachievers around here. Sweet, sweet overachievers.
It’s hard to be unhappy in a place where 80% of the population are young ladies studying to be teachers. As I was walking the halls this morning I was thinking about how students are getting started in grad school earlier, how they are looking younger and younger each year. Then I remembered it’s much more likely that I’m just getting older.
I went to the doc a few months back, for my regular hypochondriac’s check-up. Among other things, I asked him why he thought I was losing my hair.
He looked down at my medical file and flipped through a few pages before saying “Oh, I see here… ” Then he looked up at me. “It’s because you’re 30.”