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The Thing I Hate About School

It's consuming. Here we are, last day of classes with four days of finals to go, and I'm consumed with homework. I have no time for people. I HATE IT!!! I like people. I like being with people, doing things with people, talking with people, and sharing real life with people. When I'm spending hours on homework, people have to get skipped.

You want to do something with me? Well, I have an opening between 4:37 and 4:52. Would that work for you? No? Ok, how about three weeks from next Tuesday at 12:57? Oh, you have class then? Well, you'll have to go on my waiting list. If a Marketing Plan cancels, I'll let you know.

That's basically been my whole semester. As frustrating as it has been, I've learned from it. Not necessarily applied what I've learned, but I have learned. A family friend who works for Campus Crusade in Florida says it well in one of his blog posts:

"Everybody has 168 hours each week... The schedule is in your hands. How will you use your time?" Read his suggestions for how to do this.

I have not followed them well, and I would argue that there are times when it's not possible to have "extra" time. But then it's the question of what you will choose for your non-negotiables. Weigh things on an eternal scale.

Maybe pouring yourself completely into school is what you're supposed to do for now to be prepared for your next life chapter. Maybe, though, you need to let a few things slide (who's going to remember that 'C' five years from now?) and have that conversation with a friend who is struggling... without running your 'to-do' list through your head while they are talking.

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight."
Proverbs 3:5-6

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  1. AnonymousApril 28, 2011 at 7:28 PM

    Well put, ma'am. I really like what your friend said, "Everybody has 168 hours each week... The schedule is in your hands. How will you use your time?" It's so true. We have all this time, and if we aren't careful, we'll waste it. Good reminder to be intentional about what we're doing in our lives. Thanks!

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  2. AnonymousApril 29, 2011 at 7:51 AM

    Well said, I have to agree!

    That explains why you told me you could chat at 4:05 :D

    Steph P. :)

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