Today, I’m here playing music for the incoming Freshmen orientation.
I’ve learned that I’m old.
I play radio music, and nobody likes it.
I’ve basically decided to play what I listen to, and I literally played a 1980-something Kmart Muzak track (complete with sales on cardigans).
This is the last incoming class that’s from the 1990s. Luckily I’ll be graduating before I have a panic attack about being old. I’ll be taking my Oreo O’s with me.