A Celebration of Knowledge

I had a crisis today. Sitting in my lifeguarding class with people up to 10 years younger than me, I looked around and realized. "I'm getting certified to do something that most of these kids have been doing since they were 16-years-old." It was annoying to have this 19-year-old girl telling me what to do in such a snotty tone. I hated it. I'm not too fond of her either. She talks and acts like she knows everything, like she's checking out what I'm doing to make sure I don't mess up. I've done CPR since before she was born (okay a little exaggeration there probably, but it might be close), and she just stood there looking down on me saying, "I don't see the chest rising. I don't see the chest rising." Bleh. Whatever little girl. I show you chest rising. I hate being so old and still being in college. I wish I would have been a smart kid who didn't take 7-1o years to get through it all. I suppose taking a few years off to raise my child didn't help at all either, but whatever. Those 19-year-old girls don't have a clue. I sure didn't.

On a positive note, my teacher informed us to look forward to a "Celebration of Knowledge" coming up soon. In other words.....

A test.

Very clever coach. Very clever.