Wearing jeans, a tee and a jacket (have you seen how undecided the weather is this morning?)….anyway, so I’m in jeans, a tee and a jacket and also my reflective field jacket, I bumped into an old lecturer of mine. From uni. Nearly five years ago! I still don’t know how the 5 years went by so fast!
So anyhow, I was happy to see him because he helped me a great deal during undergrad and clearly he was excited to see me as well. It was a good meet.
Then this happened…
Him: So you work here? That’s good.
Me: Yes, I do; just got back from an inspection.
(then we went into the briefs of what exactly I do and what he’s also done and is doing)
Him: That’s great! So have you finished your masters?
Me: Nah, not yet. Soon though.
Let me first interrupt the convo and ‘brief’ you….See, at the start of last year I got into Masters class and the way the program was set up, I could have graduated within a year. All I had to do was research, write a dissertation, etc. Towards year end, however, everything that could possibly go wrong, did. And I decided if I have things I have control over, then I will at least control those. I decided to take a break from the research and anything to do with school at the time. Good thing, adult education sometimes allows you to make such choices.
I told myself I would resume with the research when the New Year started. Graduation was in March but I had already told myself to forego that one and target the next. Again, adult education gives you choices. 😀 And yes, I’m currently trying my best to summarise.
Back to the convo…
Him: *in a very serious tone* What?! What happened? You used to be sharp!
Me: Literally laughing out loud. *and thinking: if only he knew half the story*
Me: Well, I’ll finish, I’m in the final stages I just slowed down a bit.
Him: Okay, all the best.
Me: Thank you.
As I walked away, I kept wondering (and laughing at) what ‘you used to be sharp’ means! LOL! Like seriously, did I just think so much into it? Should I have asked him what he meant by it…without sounding offensive…
At what point do we let people’s opinions of who we are / were / should be, start to bother us?