A blast from the past in my history class...

You never really realize just how old you look until you run into someone from high school. That's what happened to me today. I was walking into my History 100 classroom, when BOOM! Clive Deedles (We Are Strong We Are Mighty We're The Class Of 1990) stood right in my path. At first we sort of regarded each other with intense uncertainty, like we were playing a heavyduty match of eye pong with one question bouncing between us: Are you really who I think you are?

And then, Holy crap you look old! That's when it hits you like a bag of walnuts, Oh My God, I must look like a dried up old turd, too!

Let me tell you: Mother Nature is a nasty old hag. Inside, we still feel young and vibrant--ready to claw our way up the gnarliest looking oak tree, or laboriously kick a stone up a steep and slippery hill--but with our rapidly aging bodies we'd probably barely make it to the first limb, and we'd break a pinkie toe on the second or third kick of the rock.

But hey, that's why God made video games!