Tonight was Convocation at Smith. While my old cohort was running about wearing next to nothing, chanting, cheering, dancing and screaming…oh and singing in Latin, as one must, I was in my little studio apartment talking to my father about bills, healthcare and utilities while my best friend sat on my couch reading a supreme court decision for law school.

I need a big sticker to put on my forehead.

It shall read: Old.

How the hell?