My Prom Date is gonna be a Dad

I know, it sounds like a bad Lifetime movie, but it's true. Being in Provo again is such a reality check. You realize how much the world has been moving around you, while you have been "in it, and not of it." I really feel like the 50-something Mother who decided to come back and complete her education--everyone is so young here. But I feel like I don't really fit my age bracket anymore. I'm either too young, or too old, or not really interested in doing the things everyone else is doing right now. It's kind of like when you were growing up and the age minimum at the "adult table" at Thanksgiving dinner seemed to always move up: first it was anyone who was a teenager, then anyone who was legally an adult, then anyone in college, now it's anyone who's married with children! And believe me, I'll stick to indestructible plastic wear, colorful napkins and food fights with three-year olds just to avoid qualifying for that one. It's hard not the have the big M and C words (marriage and children) constantly on the mind at BYU. They're either getting hitched or birthed just about as fast as the grounds crew can plant bulbs. Is it so wrong to just want an apartment full of best friends, takeout, and road trips forever? I must have missed the memo on hitting adulthood when you are an RM. Suddenly teh job market is an ever-so low-looming cloud approaching. Dating is for keeps now. And by the way, maybe I should start thinking about stocks, 401ks and insurance?!