March 13, 2008
Sometimes I feel so young. Iím sitting in a bar (which, for me, is unusual in and of itself) talking with fellow students, who Iíd like to consider friends. Iím the only one who isnít drinking (I wouldnít even know what to order if I wanted to drink), and as if thatís not enough, their conversation reminds just how little I know. One talks about living in France, one talks about St. Patrickís Day celebrations in Ireland. They talk about previous jobs and experiences, and maybe itís just the lack of sleep, but I feel so young, inexperienced and inadequate.