I was never good at studying. I tried, and maybe I would get a good grade on an exam, but right after that I think all the information just left my brain. Even now, going to the library makes me feel so antsy. No wonder why I don’t take my kids here more often. I actually have really good memories of going to the library with my mom and brother on Saturdays and getting lots of books to read over the weekend.
But I also have memories of cramming and trying to study. I tell everyone I can’t work when it’s so loud, but in truth I just can’t stand it when it’s super quiet. Is there an in between? I need to remember to bring my earphones next time.
When I was growing up, my dad always had the music playing. Loud. So loud I think my best friend across town could hear it. He is one of those baby boomers that grew up with “Rock and Roll” and loved it.
What a difference it is now that he listens to things loud not because he enjoys it, but because he needs to. It’s so hard to accept my parents getting older. I think I still see them as they were 15 years ago. That was when we did barbeques and stayed up late.
Do you have a hard time accepting change? Or just getting older?