"Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone, but in my mind I know they will still live on and on." Lulu

So I'm thinking about going back to school...
who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks...

I'm leaning toward Recreation Therapy...you know,
helping children, the elderly, the disabled...
but here's the thing...

I visit the campus of San Fran State and
get a REAL glimpse of my possible classmates.
There is a tiny voice in the back
of my head whispering loudly, saying...
"OH MY GOD...WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE,
WHEN DID YOU GET OLD?"

The good thing is I was so distracted by
the pain I sometimes get in my knee
that I didn't hear the rude little bugger.

Then...I go to the Office of Recreation
and Leisure and it's closed...there is a
small yellow note on the door, held there
with a push pin...it reads, "Be back in
a few moments"...so I wait...and wait...
and wait and well you get the idea.
Now the tiny voice is trying to convince me
I should leave my own note on the door reading,
"Boy, you guys take this Recreation and Leisure
idea VERY seriously"...but I didn't.