After yesterday's excursion on the slopes, I am sore EVERYWHERE. When I woke up this morning, I couldn't even sit up straight because my neck was in all kinds of pain. In addition to the misery, I am fighting an on-and-off sore throat, and whenever I coughed, my abs hurt too. But all the pain is well worth it, for yesterday while snowboarding, I CARVED! I was beginning to think I was never going to get that S going, but to my delight, I awkardly but happily curved down the mountain with my rental board. Definitely not an expert yet, but we're a few steps closer!
The Waterville mountain was verra awesome, but the condo we stayed it could not compare to the one we stayed at in Mammoth. It was nicely built, but small and without a kitchen. We had expected to have several large condos to ourselves, but it ended up being several small condos connected with a large common room. In one of the other condos was a caucasion family. The mother saw the hoard of asian college students in the common room and rudely asked is if we had any adult supervision. WTF? Do college students from 20 to 25 years old need adult supervision? I was not very impressed with her.
The funny thing though, was that my initial response to her was going to be some sort of made up excuse about not having adult supervision. While it took a couple seconds for the indignation to set in, I almost forgot myself that I was in fact, an adult. Funny how after 22 years of living and experience, I feel no closer to the feeling of "adultness". I've moved miles away from home and live on my own, stay up late and participate in over-twenty-one activities... I'm past the era of teenagedom (thank goodness), so that means I'm an adult, right? Scary. If you asked me right now, I couldn't tell you that I felt like an adult. An adult is like Mom, Dad, or one of my high school teachers. They have real jobs, real responsibilities and have to make hard decisions. My hardest decisions are what to have for dinner or which TV show to vegetate in front of. I still watch Disney movies and read comic books! In addition, I still ask my parents for advice on everyday routinely normal things, like how to get my whites white or how to fix a broken lock. I'm an adult?
As unnerving as this feeling is, I actually hope I never feel like an adult. I hope that I perpetually have the spirit of a kid and the hopes of dreamer, the naivete of an adolescent and the idealism of a youngster (I could definitely do without the acne though). I hope I will always need to learn something new and I hope there will always be an "adult" around to supervise me... Hmm... make that ADVISE me. "Supervise" sounds so childish. ;)
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
--Chili Davis
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime it is to waste it on children.
--George Bernard Shaw
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
--Kurt Vonnegut