Shuttle Reflections on 7-year-olds

So I took the shuttle today from campus to Tenleytown (for those of you who aren't aware/familiar with DC, my campus is located about 3/4 of a mile from a metro stop (the Tenleytown stop), and, since I'm paying out the ass for my education here, the school was nice enough to provide regular, free shuttles to and from Tenleytown. Hurray!) to go to CVS and run some other errands.  It was a quick, easy trip, and fairly uneventful.

When I got on the shuttle, the only seats available were in the back, so I headed back there and sat down, only to realize that the seats along the back are a tad bit higher than the other seats in the bus, and that they seem to lean back just a bit...  Which was fine, I just scooted myself back a little and sat back to relax for the ride, and make a list of everything I needed so I didn't forget anything.... only to realize that my feet didn't touch the floor!  Which was awkward at first, but then fun.  And of course, being the thinker I am, I spent the ride contemplating this odd situation rather than making a list... Here's what I discovered: That when your feet don't touch the floor, it's awkward because this is an experience you haven't had since you were about 7.  Which made me giggle a little bit to myself.  For the last year I've been acting, thinking, and speaking like an adult - partly just because I am actually growing up (crazy thought), and partly because most of the people I work with are crazy and immature, and somebody had to be mature enough to say "hey, you, stop flirting with your boyfriend and watch that little boy whose about to drown, I don't care that you're in love with him, save the small child!" and other things of that nature, so I had to turn off the adolescent part of my brain and turn on the adult part.  And once I got here I discovered that it was harder than I thought to turn OFF the adult part of my brain once it was on... I had a hard time switching mindsets back to a normal 19-year-old college student. (I did, after about two weeks, make the transition and it's been fine.) And here I was, sitting on the bus and feeling a little kid.  And watching the other girl who was sitting next to me with her feet swinging as the bus bounced and stopped suddenly and turned sharply, trying so very hard to cover up the fact that she felt really awkward with her feet swinging like a game of Jello in the mountains too.  And I smiled.

Oh, and discovery number two: it's also very hard to cross your legs when your feet aren't touching the floor... which I'm pretty sure is the reason the guy across from me was laughing.  Moral of the story: oddly high bus seats make everyone's day a bit brighter.  ;)