Not my mom this time. Signs of aging are coming a little closer to home. The University of California at Davis magazine arrived today, sporting photographs of new faculty members. One photograph jumped out at my husband, Davis alumni that he is. Her smile was a blast from the past, from his miserable first year of teaching. World Studies, fourth period, to be exact. There may have been an ocean view from that classroom, but it was a rough patch for ol' Mr. First Year. This young woman was one of two sympathetic smiles in a sea of unhappy and unresponsive faces. She had teaching in mind even then.
But old enough to teach at the university level?
Well, you start counting and that "young woman" is 35 years old now.
Once again, time is passing faster than I think.