Here's another item to add to the 'You know you're old when' list:
You know you're old when you return to your old high school during the school's Open Day to collect your younger brother's report card in place of your parents'.
I can see the wrinkles in my eyes and haggard looking skin getting gross and rough already. It was so odd not being in the hot seat this time but being with the other rents who are so much more accustomed to staring down their kids and nitpicking at each grade. The closest thing I got to was pretending to be shocked at his History grade. And feinting interest in whatever else his teacher had to say about my brother; his improvements, effort, and behaviour in class.
It was a nightmare just trying to park the car near the school made even worse by the insane heat that the weather threw at us today. I swear I don't think I ever sweat more than I did before today. Or even a pig or a really sticky and sweaty pro wrestler or anybody or anything else that sweats a lot.
Nevertheless I did get through the day without too much incident and stickiness. It was just another ordinary day not worth much blogging about but that I just found the Open Day show thing a bit out of the ordinary for me. Let's just say I don't intend to do it again any time sooner.
