The thing I don't like about intensives? Getting up earlier. I have never really been a morning person, even when I was a student myself. Part of being a grown-up is having to boot your own butt out of bed; no more Mom to do it for me. Although, I do miss the days of high school/college vacations when Mom would leave my bedroom door open and let the delicious smells of her breakfast and coffee wake me up. Ah, to be young and (relatively) care-free again!
Sometimes I feel old when I talk about things that my students have never heard of, considering they existed before they were born. And especially when I find myself channeling the words or actions of my parents. It kind of scares me a little.
When my students complain about their lives, I just shake my head and have to wonder: is that what I sounded like to my parents? Then I try to explain to them in the best way possible that in a few short years none of the things they are distressed about will matter--once they become adults. (Also sounding like my parents here.)
But now I can begin to understand what my parents always talked about so many years ago. Hard to believe it has been that long since I was at the prime awkward teenage stage!
Thanks Mom and Dad, for all your advice, patience, and love. <3