Oh no, I can't be THAT old...

SMALL SIDE STORY - A CONTINUATION FROM THE PREVIOUS POST

So, I'm sitting in French class on Monday and we're going over some new vocabulary which is wholly comprised of items you would find in a typical classroom.

These things are pretty normal at first: pencil is le crayon; pen is le stylo, map is la carte, book is le livre, etc., etc., etc. Then I learned some NEW words - words I didn't learn the first time through French class in the early to mid-90's - words for things like CD player and DVD player and computer. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? Oh, because they didn't yet exist or because not enough people owned them that warranted inclusion in beginning French vocabulary!!!!

At that moment, on Monday, January 26, 2009, at approximately 830pm, is the first time I ever said, with grave seriousness, "Oh my God, I'm getting old."

*Heavy sigh* If anyone needs me, I'll be busy trying to pull my one foot from out of the grave.



UPDATE (30 Jan 09):

It's official, I am, in fact, the OLDEST student in the class. As part of learning about how to express one's age, we did an exercise where we had to say our age in a complete sentence. Yep, I am definitely the oldest in the class. The next oldest is 27.

Also, in even better news, the professor told us her husband is 29 years old, which means that she stands a good chance of being younger than me, too.

Just call me "la grand-mere de la classe francaise." Ugh.