where were you at 20

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SusanNorton

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I was in college - an art major. I didn't fit in with the majority of my classmates, who wore black and all seemed to know each other from some "scene" that I wasn't a part of, since I was very suburban and didn't drink much and liked pop music. I felt lost most of the time, and like I was wasting time and money going to college (the degree helped me get my dream job years later, so I can now say that it wasn't a waste). I hadn't yet had a serious boyfriend. I spent my weekends painting, drawing, reading (Stephen King and John Irving), and listening to Dick Bartley on the radio at night. I also listened to a lot of British Invasion cassettes on my boom box. I was extremely poor. I thought that maybe one day I'd look back and realize that it was a fun time, but 20 was crap and I'm happy to be 29 years farther down the road!
 

skimom2

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Oct 9, 2013
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I was in college - an art major. I didn't fit in with the majority of my classmates, who wore black and all seemed to know each other from some "scene" that I wasn't a part of, since I was very suburban and didn't drink much and liked pop music. I felt lost most of the time, and like I was wasting time and money going to college (the degree helped me get my dream job years later, so I can now say that it wasn't a waste). I hadn't yet had a serious boyfriend. I spent my weekends painting, drawing, reading (Stephen King and John Irving), and listening to Dick Bartley on the radio at night. I also listened to a lot of British Invasion cassettes on my boom box. I was extremely poor. I thought that maybe one day I'd look back and realize that it was a fun time, but 20 was crap and I'm happy to be 29 years farther down the road!

I felt that way as a humanities major (pol sic and history), and most of my friends were english majors. They could talk, talk, talk, and knew the absolute best way to do anything (mostly based around anarchy of some sort)…except anything practical or useful. Drove me nuts. Artsy fartsy, airy fairy people didn't appeal to me (lol)
 

SusanNorton

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Jul 12, 2006
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I felt that way as a humanities major (pol sic and history), and most of my friends were english majors. They could talk, talk, talk, and knew the absolute best way to do anything (mostly based around anarchy of some sort)…except anything practical or useful. Drove me nuts. Artsy fartsy, airy fairy people didn't appeal to me (lol)

Those people didn't appeal to me either - always the smartest ones in the room, too smart to hold a job, busy smoking weed and borrowing money! (Dear God, I sound like Archie Bunker!)
 

Kurben

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I felt that way as a humanities major (pol sic and history), and most of my friends were english majors. They could talk, talk, talk, and knew the absolute best way to do anything (mostly based around anarchy of some sort)…except anything practical or useful. Drove me nuts. Artsy fartsy, airy fairy people didn't appeal to me (lol)
The first day at university was really a revelation for me. I was terrible shy, unsure and practically friendless. But i found that a lot of people were unsure and made a lot of friends, that i still have during my uniyears. I went out with a new confidence both of myself and in my subjects. There were some parties.... Both you are allowed some mistakes, right?
 

skimom2

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Oct 9, 2013
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The first day at university was really a revelation for me. I was terrible shy, unsure and practically friendless. But i found that a lot of people were unsure and made a lot of friends, that i still have during my uniyears. I went out with a new confidence both of myself and in my subjects. There were some parties.... Both you are allowed some mistakes, right?
College is a great time to have fun while you're learning (both lessons and about yourself) :)
 

HollyGolightly

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Sep 6, 2013
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I knew everything then. Now, I don't know anything. What happened? ;-D

:yes_pig:- we just have to learn our lessons the hard way, don't we. Now that I have a daughter in her 20s it's so hard to watch her do that instead of just listening to me, but it's just what we do, huh?

I felt that way as a humanities major (pol sic and history), and most of my friends were english majors. They could talk, talk, talk, and knew the absolute best way to do anything (mostly based around anarchy of some sort)…except anything practical or useful. Drove me nuts. Artsy fartsy, airy fairy people didn't appeal to me (lol)

You were a humanities nerd too? We're soul sisters!
 

EAST COASTER

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I knew everything then. Now, I don't know anything. What happened? ;-D
I know that feeling, my teenage daughter keeps reminding me of the fact:umm:
When I was 20 I was a store detective in The Covent Garden General Store in London. I spent my days pretending to be a customer and trying to catch shoplifters. It certainly opened my eyes, I met several drug addicts stealing to feed their habit and one man who had a mirror on the end of a walking stick so that he could slyly look up womens skirts.
 

booklover72

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Jan 12, 2014
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20 that was 22 years ago. came up the brainwave doing computer programming will impress the more mature woman(ie35) ah wel, can program we won't talk about the ladies. Getting drunk, chatting up girls studying, watching bogie on TV and of course reading the latest sk. I have have had a chat with a mate about doing a Ouija board for fun.
 

Walter Oobleck

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Mar 6, 2013
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Living and breathing in Duluth, Minnesota, Duluth Harbor full of ore (or grain) carriers, tandem loads of grain backed up on the highway from Ashland to Duluth, the Russians in Afghanistan and a boycott of the Olympics on the horizon. All that grain destined for the U.S.S.R. and no idea where it eventually found a home. Then what? Headed to Florida. Lit out for the territories, all I owned in the trunk of a big green Pontiac, a job with a contractor in Gainesville, and a former Marine co-worker with a love jones for what he believed me to be, talkin bout me, as the dude said and knew. I did, I knew. Sheesh! Story of my life. Then what? Little Joey...wrote an essay about him and his old man this once, for English Comp. Too slickly professional I was told, assigned an "E" and an opportunity to rewrite it. So...frig it. Give me what they expect I say. I can't see it from my house. But...I had not ventured into the woods after that flight aboard that airline marked Hawaiian Airlines, touch-down as Air Force jets screamed into the cold Minnesota sky. The ship returned to port earlier than usual that Friday...and...he just left...didn't tell anyone he was leaving, he just walked off the brow and proceeded down Pier #3 to a waiting taxi. I knew a girl from a lonely street...cold as ice cream but still as sweet.