I've accepted that I'm a grandma living in an 18-year-old's body.

Most days, I feel like I belong at the retirement home rather than college. I'm the first to admit my grandmotherly mannerisms.

While most people my age spend their weekends going to parties, I can be found either in my room catching up on Dancing with the Stars or hanging out with a small group of friends discussing the week's events. I also enjoy spending time with members of older generations since we often share similar problems. I prefer to spend time with family and friends in quiet settings, rather than a place like a party. Call me a buzzkill, but I'm happy.

When I do go out and do "young and fun" things with my friends, I'm still a grandma. My friends come up with spontaneous, crazy ideas that could lead to us getting hurt or in trouble. In my circle of friends, I am the voice of reason. When an idea is shared, I automatically begin thinking of all the things that could go wrong and why what we're about to do isn't such a good idea. Again, I may be a buzzkill, but everyone needs a voice of reason.

I start my morning by drinking a cup of tea and reading the newspaper while wearing my pullover sweatshirt and elastic pants. My days and evenings are usually spent going to class and studying, among other campus activities and clubs. I try to stay pretty busy, yet I can be found in bed by 10:00 p.m. because everything hurts. Thanks to multiple sports injuries and a surgery, I have knee and hip pains almost every day. My friends make fun of me because I am constantly complaining about my ailments and always have the need to crack my joints. (It helps, I swear)!

Make fun of me, but I love being an old soul. I love having enough sleep and feeling like my life is in control; for me, life is easier and more enjoyable this way.