The day I returned to school (last Tuesday, January 18) it was pouring rain. I dashed from the parking garage to my new statistics class and got pretty soaked. Most students were like me, but many clever kids had hoodies or umbrellas. I forgot what one of those looked like (thank God for rain!)
I nestled into a brand new classroom and looked around. Here I am again, I thought. I just turned fifty three and I could be everyone’s mother, I’m sure. Still, I am here and my competitive streak starts to come out, wondering if I can be the top student in the class.
Then, I come to my senses and remember this is an analytical math class. Hopefully I will pass.
Last semester I carried nineteen credits – and I didn’t blog. Homework sucked up my time and I put my nose to the proverbial grindstone . I read and wrote constantly and came away with all A’s – again. I am determined to do my best and that means prioritizing what I’m writing.
This semester I am carrying less units – I have eighteen. This means five classes, two of them honors courses and one that is six units all by itself (STATWAY – my statistics class). I type this before I hop in the shower and head off to bed. .
Tomorrow I return – and I’ve got a lot of nose left to push toward the grindstone. I am determined to do my best , and that means being ready. I have my clothes set aside, my lunch packed and my backpack filled with books and completed homework
Amat Victoria Curam -- Victory loves preparation.