Come Tuesday, I will be beginning my sixth quarter at FIDM. The beginning of the term is always the most enjoyable and exciting time of the school quarter. It is the only time that I am not behind and have not completely destroyed my chances for high grades. I feel so good about myself during those first few weeks. I'm full of high hopes and limitless ambition. But not this quarter. This quarter, the end will be the most enjoyable.
I was once my mom's little Matilda. A brain child. Nothing but finished homework and straight A's. This lasted until my second semester of college. I can't really place my finger on what happened, but ever since then my academic performance yoyo's like Kristi Alley's weight; a 4.0 here, academic probation there, a 3.9, all A's and a D. Odd? Odd is that I'm claiming it publically (over the years, the shame has lessened.) I can't explain my phantom ambition and discipline. Why does it go? Why does it come back?
I was promised by a very trusted source that I will be blessed in my school work and will be allowed to accomplish my goals. Of course, this is dependant on me holding up my end of the deal. So, let's test this.
My goals: To achieve high grades this quarter; to learn all that is expected of me (and more if expectations are low); to stay on top of the demands placed on me and not fall behind; to enjoy what I study; to leave a positive impression on my teachers and earn their respect and confidence.
If these are my goals, and I believe I can achieve them, they are counted achieved if I commit to my faith. (See Chris, not poor Aaron.) Is this how it works? Am I missing something here?
3 comments:
Charlotte Charlotte Charlotte - I now have you all to myself through the computer screen. I love reading your blog entries - they're all so... you - I love how you put yourself into everything that you do. Your so unique, so driven, so inspiring. You are a true joy in my life... you inspire me to be better, to find humor in simplicity, and to reflect on myself and on my life. Love the Blog - keep it up. I miss you a gazillionoid (I made this word up because there's no word in the english language to describe how much I truly miss you). Are you really going through the temple this year? What's been the hold up in the past? I'm so proud of you. Do it. Do it. Do it yesterday. That is a great goal.
p.s. Are you still an Obama hater?
I bet if you stopped dating so many boys and breaking so many hearts you'd have more time for your classes. :) Silly Nez Peirce girl. (Is that how you spell your tribe?)
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