Nerves

A young woman preparing a rolled up bus ticket in case anyone nearby suddenly needs an emergency tracheotomy. And at the same time demonstrating why you should always wear trousers when intending to take a mirror home by bus.

Registration day for the college photography course. I was more nervous than I am when about to give a lecture to a couple of hundred students. This time I was the student, and it felt very weird. We were herded around, picking up timetables, student ID cards, and free pens and toffees. We listened to talks about the students' union, welfare, societies (Harry Potter Club anyone?), and funding. I don't get any of the latter, having exhausted my entitlement to free higher education back in the seventies. The fact that most of it was spend in a mellow haze and is a bit of a blur doesn't seem to count.   

Ages are mixed, but only within parameters at least a couple of decades younger than me. One lovely older lad (probably thirty something) struck up a conversation with "I was really pleased when I saw you and realised that I'm not going to be.....".  Finish your sentence, young man, I instructed as he embarrassedly ground to a halt. I think we're going to be pals.