As a little girl, I did play school however as far back as I can remember A-I hated school and B-I wanted to be a chiropractor. Well, until college and my forte was found not to be biology.
Let's be real, Biology 3x later...a B+. With that said, I became an Rhetoric major. I loved to write; I am a critical thinker; and loved to deliver speeches.
Let's rewind, I have two older sisters. I rarely did my own homework. I hated getting up. I hated putting effort into the work. I hated the kids. Thus being a teacher, never mind an eternal student, would not be on my to do list, EVER. Sometimes shit happens though. I digress...
When I did do my own work, I worked hard. I wanted As. I wanted to understand. I wanted to be in the top ten percent. But I had to work for it. In the end my undergraduate 3.6 grade point average was just that...average for me. I could never be #1 at school or eventually at work.
Fast forward... here I am with an undergraduate degree and 2 graduate degrees. This is because, I have to say that later in my life, I found my niche and love school. I would go each day, trek into the city and have not a care or a regret in the world about my coursework. Since I found things I love to learn about and to do, I welcome schooling. The more educational opportunity the better. And I get very excited with sharing the wealth of knowledge and getting to apply it to life.
Now here I am-I have won essay awards; I have been selected as project leader; I have excelled in things that I thought I couldn't.
But yet here I am: upset, heart sunken, fail, passed up again, discouraged, alone.
How one opportunity can get me this way is unreal.
So I think further...it's not just this one opportunity. As one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life. I will tackle this later...for now by the words of Abraham Lincoln (Happy Birthday btw) “I will prepare and some day my chance will come.”
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