old people,

especially a lot of my professors, seem to think they are entitled to my respect simply because they are old. i know "old" is not a polite way to refer to them but frankly that is what they are. and somehow because they were born twenty-thirty-fourty years before me, they deserve to have me agree with everything they say. or because in those twenty-thirty-fourty years they managed to [audible gasp] become a residential life manager at a college dormitory [a random occupation, i actually really like the res life manager here at shreve hall] i should look up to them, or let them walk through a door before me when i get there first, or not argue with what they have to say.

i am not sure how much sense any of this makes because i went into rant mode.