When I was graduating from Mass Art, there was a woman who had just
entered the painting program. She was 94 years old. She went
through Foundation in her Freshman year with all the young kids,
with their fresh dreadlocks, piercings and tatoos. I used to watch
her in the cafeteria surrounded by many kids, laughing and proudly
showing pictures of her great grandchildren. She loved to paint
rocks and the kids used to haul up 75lb rocks to her studio on the
8th floor. No feat when the elevator broke down, which was often.
She graduated at the young age of 98 and I went back to see her
during commencement. She received a special award, as the oldest
student to have graduated from Mass Art. When she received her
diploma, there was a standing ovation. She died at 102.
And as she used to tell me with a wink in her eye, “Age only matters
if you are cheese”.