So, for those of who don’t know, I am going back to school right now, to prove to myself that I am not a fool. Or something like that.
I am roughly ten years older than most of the students who go to my school. In fact, I am the second oldest student at my school. Logically, I know I’m not old. However, when everyone around you thinks Tuesday drinking starting at 8 pm is totally normal, you start to feel old.
Know what I want to do Tuesday at 8pm? Go home, eat dinner, watch some Netflix before bed. About the “coolest” part of this whole experience is that I do it wearing nothing but my collar.
Anyway, one thing a bit useful is that I also have more experience and less sheltering than these 18-22 year-olds by virtue of having been an adult longer. In the year I have left, I’m trying to help educate my peers on BDSM practices. I absolutely love knowing budding masochists are learning safe ways to have the shit beaten out of them.
Standby for future stories of Ink the Educating Adult.