I’m sitting here in the college union, trying to focus on getting my work done so I can get rid of this horrible feeling I have in the pit of my stomach, and the stress that is building in my muscles.

Two little boys just came in and got frozen coffee drinks from Starbucks. They’re probably about 9 or 10 years old. It’s adorable how they’re sitting at a small table near the window across from one another looking out into the pond at the koi fish discussing what they’ve been up to. I wish I was 10 years old again, I wish that the only thing I had to worry about was whether or not the boy in my class that I secretly had a crush on felt the same way about me - and that my best girl friends made sure to keep it a secret - because if that information got out, I would be ruined! I want to take field trips again, and work on my spelling, and arithmetic. I want to be little, and have my Mom pick out my outfits, and play little league softball in the summer time. I want to get ice cream with my friends after the games, and I want to ride the bus to school. I want to argue with my Mother over whether I’m bringing my lunch or buying lunch at school the day they’re serving pizza in the cafeteria.

I envy the two little boys that are sitting at the table across from mine for their innocence.