Half-Birthdays and The Times

Today is my half-birthday. Six months ago today I left teenage-dom, and to be honest, today I still don't feel any older. But I definitely am, especially in BYU terms. Today I was sitting in my Physical Science lab, and I was talking to a Freshman about the class, and then he asked me if I had taken Biology 100 yet. I said, "Yes, I took that a year ago." And he said, "Oh, so you're a Sophomore?" "No, a Junior." "Oh, wow. A Junior." Don't ask me what he meant. It was either said in awe, that he couldn't believe he was talking to an upper-classman, or it was said as if "I hope I never become a Junior. They're so old." Or it could have been that Physical Science is usually a Freshman class, and little Miss Procrastinator here put if off for as long as she could. I'm hoping for the first answer, but intuition is telling me he just thinks I'm old. So happy half-birthday to me. I'm not quite sure what it is about BYU culture that makes you feel old at 20 1/2, but it is what it is. But am I old enough to start lying about my age? Because I promised myself that I never will.

Right now I'm reading the New York Times. There's something about the rustle of turning pages in a newspaper that just makes me feel so intelligent. I never read the Times because it costs money and I can read it online for free, but I found a box of complimentary issues in the Brimhall building today, so I took one. And I love it! Getting lost in the newspaper is a beautiful thing. I credit this love of news-absorption to my Communications 101 class. I'm really glad I decided to minor in Communications.