We are nearly two weeks into the semester, and once again I am blessed with a wonderful group of students. They are engaged, curious, friendly, respectful, and just seem happy to be here.
I wrote in a post a couple of weeks ago that this was the start of my 36th year at Villanova.
So yes, I’ve gotten older during my time at Nova.
This really hit home when close to half a dozen students told me on the first day of classes that I had also taught one of their parents.
Talk about the circle of life.
Later in the semester, I will do an exercise with the students where they are asked to estimate what college will cost when they might have children going to Villanova. I know such a thought is not even remotely on any of their radars.
But then fast forward 25 years, and here are those kids.
So not only have I been getting older, I am old. It seems like every meeting I go to any more I look around the room to see if I am the oldest person in the room; more often than not I am.
But the one good thing is that so far, nobody has told me that I taught one of their grandparents.
If such a day ever comes, I’ll know I’ve overstayed my welcome…