Meaningless But Interesting
I was going through some old college notebooks today, and I found some neat stuff.
Okay, a) yes, I still have my old college notebooks. I don't know why. And b) I was only going through them because I'm cleaning up my office. We're having friends over on Sunday, and we're trying to fool them into thinking we're clean, organized people.
So, at the beginning of each notebook was one of these:
It's a schedule of my classes (and work) for the quarter, and I apparently made one for each quarter.
Note the white space. I recall this as being a particularly hectic quarter. (Let me know when you're done laughing, and we'll move on.)
My wife and I had an observation about this a few years back, when people would see us looking harried with our two small children (two really is the hardest), and they would say, "Enjoy it while you can. It only gets harder."
And we would stare in disbelief. "Harder than this? How can that be?"
And then one day we sat down and looked back. Remember High School? Remember how difficult it seemed at the time? Compare that to now. Oodles of free time. College seemed harder still. Then we got married and wondered where our free time went. Then we had one kid. Then two. Oh, my.
Look at that schedule again, and have a gander at Saturday. Nothing there. A free Saturday. I haven't had a free Saturday in about 5 years.
Still, I might just keep one of those notebooks to show to the kids one day. I'll say, "Look here, I used to be pretty smart." And maybe it'll help. I remember one time finding out that my Dad had read Chaucer or something in college, lo those many years ago. And it upped him a little in my murky teenage heirarchy.