Today I am sort of sick of school, so I decided I better find some gratitude for it.
When I started back two years ago, I wasn't sure how long it was going to take me. And so far, it's taking a while, which is what I sort of expected. Honestly, I was a wee bit scared of some of the classes I'd have to take, like Biology, Political Science or any other course that wasn't "easy" for me.
Maybe it was luck, perhaps I ended up getting "easy" instructors, or it might even be possible I was creating my own vortex of synergy that just couldn't be stopped (y'know - the whole "object in perpetual motion" thing) -- but I was getting good grades. And not only was I getting good grades, I was getting all A's. That first semester of receiving all A's sort of "ruined" me, because after that, I wanted more A's the next semester and the semester after that and after that and-- I was getting them!
Being in school was starting to make me feel really smart and I learned that I love learning. There are times, like in between semesters, when I feel like my brain is starving and I just can't wait for the new semester to start. Weird, I know.
Looking back, it doesn't make sense how I even managed to get the A's. Seriously, the centrifugal forces of my life (kids, work, church duties) kept me quite busy and yet somehow I was able to accomplish homework in about half the time it should have taken me. I'd be foolish and ungrateful if I thought it was all me. I know there were many nights I fell asleep in the books in which I should have struggled a bit more the next day on the exams. I know that the Lord had a hand in making up the difference, and for that I am truly blessed.
Even though I get tired of the homework and tired of the rotating, chaotic schedules each new semester, I don't get tired of the achievement I feel each time I complete another class.
I am grateful for school.