A few days ago (if you can say the 19th of September was a few days ago) was my birthday. No, the day didn't greet me with sunshine but with pouring rain followed by beautiful wishes from my parents. I was then collected by my Fiance and we enjoyed the rest of day dining indoors and enjoying good food and good company.I also received the best birthday present EVER- A Canon Powershot digital camera (Thanks Babe!)
And that was pretty much it.
Now I am twenty-two.
I am not ready to be twenty-two though.
Next I'll be thirty.
It sucks how life doesn't politely ask you if you ready to be a certain age, or if you can undertake certain responsibilities which comes with that age. For example, next year (God willing) I will be a qualified HIGH SCHOOL English teacher. I will need to take charge of a class in which the learners are a few years younger than what I am.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE teaching. It's truly humbling and a rewarding experience.
I just feel that my qualifications is larger than my age. Then again, when do you start when you don't start young? In addition, which job started out with the person having enough experience anyway? You learn to be an expert in your field through experience (My Fiance said this).