Class after a long day’s work is so hard. Perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done in my life (and I do it five times a week) is wake up at 5:45, sit in traffic, work until 4:00, sit in traffic on my way home (except I am not going home), only to get to school and try to be alert for the next five hours. Everyday, I rely on some small mind game to get me through. Like tonight I slipped off my sandals and put my feet up on the chair next to me. No doubt some of the other students were grossed out and maybe a little annoyed at me taking up so much space— but I HAD to. There was no way around it. I needed to think “ah, how nice, it’s like I am sitting home watching TV,” except it was school and I was listening to my Human Diversity teacher make sexist remarks.
A little bitter and drained? Obviously. But the thought of some of the other students in my classes– some with three kids, a husband, a mortage, debt, bills, an entire house to clean (as opposed to a 20 x 20 foot space in a small apartment) makes me see my greif for what it really is: whinning.
Having come full circle I am left with this: I’m young, single, capable; now is simply the time.
caits said,
March 17, 2007 @ 11:20 am
how i miss you– trying to work on an email of epic proportions when all I want to be doing is sipping pear mojitos with you and telling you about it myself. praying for you and your crazy life
jen thompson =queen of endurance