I’ve decided to go back to school. No, not to get another degree - I don’t have the patience or the money for that. As an alumna of George Washington University, I have the opportunity to audit classes, or sit in without getting college credit, for a small fee. I thought it would be a good idea to get some formal journalism training, so I signed up for a class called News Writing and Reporting. Most of my classmates are sophomores so that puts them around 19 or 20 years old.

Our first assignment in the field was to find and cover someone giving a speech. Former President of Mexico Vicente Fox was speaking in Washington and I thought it would be interesting to attend and write an article about it.  As I walked among the attendees with my press pass on my lapel, a woman tapped me on the shoulder. “Are you with the press? Come talk to us,” she said cheerfully.

I walked over to where she and another woman were standing. The first woman asked me who I worked for and I told her that I’m a journalism student at George Washington. The other woman carefully looked at my face and asked, “Are you a PhD student?”

I guess my eye cream has not been working. I know I can’t pass for an undergrad, but can’t I at least pass for a Master’s student?

It’s time for botox.