I’ve pretty much have a normal routine now, going to work, school, and my photography mentorship throughout the week. For the most part, all homework must be done over a weekend, starting Friday afternoon. My schedule is too tight to attempt to do homework during the week. Yesterday, I had a chance to finish up my oil painting project.

One of the things I’ve noticed as a college student is my increased interaction with younger people. It sometimes feels as if I’m completely out of place. For example, last night I found myself defending my work ethic with one of my co-workers. D.J. is a 19 year old college student who isn’t your typical 19 year old. I find him to be a pretty intelligent person to converse with. During one of our conversations we had last night, he made mention to the fact that I didn’t want to work . This was in reference to me coming into work for Saturday. That threw me for a loop. I had to ask him what he meant by that. As I listened to him give examples of my lack of desire to work, and poor work ethic, D.J.’s youth and inexperience in life started to unveil itself.  There I was, defending my thirty-two year work history to a nineteen year old. I had to ask myself, “Why?”