I was quite pissed this evening when I found out that I got a Credit for a paper I really toiled hard for. I supposed that I ought to be grateful that I didn’t get a P1 (SHRIEK!!!) for it.
For my next paper, I have to review a Reading and THEN compare it with another Reading and I have to provide examples of texts to support my review. Only 1,500 words total. Simple, huh?
When I first read the instructions for my next paper, my reaction was (sorry, Stuart), “What the heck did I get myself into?”
I am not from the media/advert/PR industry. I am in a different job scope. This is the first time that I have had to look at stuff soooo objectively and scrutinise soooo critically. Did I mention my learning curve is vertical?
I have had to scrap off enough brainrust to fill a 50 gallon dustbin and I am only at my first of six assignments for Term II.
You have no idea how bummed out and inadequate I was feeling. My classmate advised me to jia you for my next assignment. That made me feel better.
Then while watching “L.A. Ink”, a lady came into the shop and asked for a tattoo with these words:
“I am not afraid. I was born to do this.”
Somehow, that really hit home and picked me out of my doldrums.
I have so much more than some people my age. Must not grumble too much and gotta put my faith in the Good Lord to help me out. But must not drag my heels too much or else:
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
Those prints are large and round and neat,
“But Lord, they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you along.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.”
– author unknown
I will rise and I will take a stand cos I sure ain’t wanting to leave my butt prints in the sand.
Another lovely poem came to mind on being able to see what I have and being grateful for them. To paraphrase Mr Burns:
Some hae money and canna study,
And some wad study that want it;
But I have money* and I can study,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
Anytime now on that I feel like grumbling my head off about how tough I feel my studies are, that poem is going to remind me to suck it up and keep going.
Going to bed now. Need my rest to be mentally ready for my next (very late) assignment. Nightie night!
*not a lot of it.
