Twenty two going on 13.

“I’m 12 and I think you’re lame.”  Although I’m the youngest adult advisor at the middle school youth group, when the kids find out I’ve graduated from college, my cool factor decreases immensely.  Granted, this statement came from a 6^th grader who consistently saves me a seat at dinner, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wear totally out of style clothes and can't remember what it means to "go out" with someone.  I’m living in the middle of the state, in the middle of my first year as an “independent” adult, between undergrad and graduate school discovering that although a lot has happened in the last ten years, in many ways I’m still like a middle school student: figuring out who I want  to be today, what’s cool and who to listen to.  So on Wednesday nights I listen to them.  Their antics, dreams, and opinions remind me that life is fun, but we are all stuck in the middle.