In which I feel my age

I am very used to the idea of being the younger one in the group. I started school a year early. I graduated high school when I was seventeen years old and barely turned eighteen by the time I was a freshman in college. I was able to finish one year of schooling with months to spare before leaving on my mission. I have always been the child of my peers, the green, still wet behind the ears baby that everyone else had to take care of. The goofy, silly one at whom all the older, wiser, more mature people rolled eyes at. It's just who I am.

So it takes a while to realize and adjust to the fact that all the girls I have home taught since I've been here in the BYU 2nd Ward have been younger than me, save one. I had always assumed that they were older than me as I am wont to do, but this is not the case. In fact, many of them are more than one year younger than me, which for some reason, boggles the mind.

As I am hurtling through my twenty-second year at an alarmingly speedy pace, I am faced with the idea that soon, I will be older than the vast majority of people still at BYU. And that makes me very old. Especially when realizing I have about three more years to go.