I work with teenagers. It keeps me young. Sometimes. I get to go to summer camp, play games and admit it when I listen to popular music and watch cheesy movies, claiming that it's job research. My life revolves around a school calendar, and I actually include Facebook as a skill on my resume.
However, I was reminded this morning, while looking on Facebook at some pictures of an 8th-grade girl and her friends, that I am old. When teenagers dress like you did as a middle schooler and call it a costume, you know that you don't need to wear skinny jeans. And I'm thankful for that.
