getting old

fulghum is smiling smugly somewhere

for speaking at a conference, I received a gift bag that included a matching "padfolio" and lunch cooler. I felt my bpa-free stainless steel adult thermos filled with red kool-aid would go well with my adult trapper keeper* and my adult lunch box. despite having all this neat stuff, however, I'm still not (yet) invited to eat at the cool kids' table in the cafeteria. perhaps I should find an adult equivalent to the slap bracelet.

*as if I needed further verification that I'm getting old, I asked a student worker if she knew what a trapper keeper was and she said, "isn't it just a folder?" is it possible to explain how many nascent nerds felt that their entire social status hinged on acquiring one of these "just a folders?"

do kids still say "booyah?"

I realize that I'm not terribly old. given the proper circumstances, I can still convince myself that I'm, how you say, "hip to the jiggy." still, I've definitely reached another epoch of my life; I have begun prefacing more and more statements with "when *I* was that age..." "back in my day", "kids today..." and other substitutes for the phrase "fuck, I'm old." this is, of course, the beginning of the end.

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