Once again, I’ve been reminded that I’m no spring chicken. 😩 Actually, the use of the term “spring chicken” may be enough to illustrate that point, but that’s a discussion for another time. 😉 In Visual Arts today, we delved into the world of photography, which was when I discovered further evidence of the ever present generation gap between me and my ‘peers’. 🙃 Our instructor has us call her “Mandy”. (apparently Art teachers don’t like conformity or proper names… or maybe she’s like me and doesn’t need anymore reminders that a lot of her students see people over the ripe old age of 35 as decrepit, geriatrics. 🤷🏻♀️)
Anyway, during the photography discussion, Mandy asked if anyone had any experience with antique cameras. 📷I hope all of my fellow old people are sitting down for this response. 🙄 Without missing a beat, a guy in the front row, raises his spray-tanned hand 🤚🏻 and says, “My mom has a 35 mm camera in the attic.” 😳
Woah there Chippy! Back the truck up. When did 35 mm cameras become antique? I had one when I was a teenager and I was not adequately prepped for the things I used in my adolescence to be referred to as antiques. 🤨
I’m going to start a petition for admissions to add a special supply list for older students that includes wine, chocolate, and sedatives. Things are really getting out of hand. 😒