It’s that time of year. Depending on where you live, school’s nearly over. (I know it’s over in some places already but here in the northeast, public schools generally go through the end of June.) If you’re a senior, you’re probably days away from graduation. The excitement builds as you realize you’ve made it. In many cases it may be bittersweet. On the one hand you are looking forward to a new chapter in your life. The downside is saying goodbye to friends whose path may lead them far from you geographically. They claim there is no real thing as senioritis but ask any teacher, parent, or senior and they will tell you otherwise.
I have discovered a whole new senioritis. I’ve been to events in our community but people younger than 90 seem few and far between. No offense meant to those readers who are 90+ but people in that age category aren’t always quite up to the shenanigans of people 30 years their juniors. God bless those who are! (I sure hope I will be if I live to 90.) Now I know there are younger people living here. I’ve seen them wandering about on nice days. I have heard them talking as they pass by. I feel like they’re an elusive species of bird like a hummingbird, darting about, hard to spot.
Maybe there’s a secret club where they all gather and I just haven’t been invited in because I’m new. Everyone knows you can’t trust the new people. They may be strange. Or maybe they found out that I am strange.
Logic would dictate the real reason is we’ve only been living here for nearly two months and haven’t had the opportunity to meet many people yet. Logic, however, can be boring at times. It’s much more interesting to imagine nefarious reasons for not seeing people closer to my age. Like maybe the 90 year olds are kidnapping all the people under 65 and locking them up in their basements. Or everyone in this community are actually robots and not real people (think Stepford Wives) so they can change their appearance on command – robot shape shifters. Hey, ya never know… (Insert eerie music here.)