once a vassar student, always a vassar student

Every year I spend a few hours helping out at the Vassar interview day. Students who can't get to Poughkeepsie can meet with alumni in downtown Chicago and conduct their application interviews.

I told Overboard before leaving the house that the one thing that always gets me is how every year I get mistaken for an interviewee and not an interviewer.

Sure enough, this morning I got to the building where the interviews were taking place and rode up in the elevator with a girl and her parents. Upon reaching the 16th floor, we exited and the mom looked at me and said, "You guys must be so nervous!" I smiled and gently said, "Well, she's got it harder than I do...I'm the one asking the questions."

The woman gave me a puzzled look then realized what I was saying and switched from puzzled to incredulous.

My grandpa Jesse was once carded at the movies for trying to claim the senior citizen discount. He was in his 80s.

Genetics, ain't they something?