act I

12:14 PM

This is me hiding from my problems. 

On the last day of my journalism class, my professor gave us some parting advice. After two years in college, I am no stranger to this exiting strategy for professors. It doesn't get old, though. After weeks and weeks of consuming knowledge for the sole sake of passing exams, to see a professor get real for a second is a treat for the struggling student. It gives me hope, it gives me excitement for the future, it reminds me to try hard everyday. Most of all, it reminds me that education is so much more than turning in assignments. (That's just a fancy way of saying that I CAN JUSTIFY MY POOR GRADES BECAUSE I'M STILL A CHILD OF GOD).

This time, with Professor Carter, I was impressed at how matter-of-fact his parting advice was. It was as simple as four bullet points:

1) Carefully choose your heroes
2) Get educated
3) Write a lot
4) Do what you enjoy

What struck me more than the words themselves was that this advice did not come as an earth shattering revelation. I've heard this spiel before - we all have. But for once - and I really do mean, for once, - I felt like I was in line with this teaching. I was living the life that I wanted to live, I didn't need to set forty million goals for myself to turn a new leaf. I finally had a semester where I can say that I tried my hardest. I never missed class without a valid excuse (can I get a holla? THAT WAS BIG FOR ME), I took notes, I studied hard. But it's because I found something that I love, I found a field that I could thrive in. I was doing what I enjoyed. I was writing a lot. I was getting educated.

And then my grades were better.

COLLEGE DIDN'T MURDER ME.

From my three communications classes, I learned that reporting is a hard-fought battle. It is the scariest yet most rewarding thing I've just about ever done. From my New Testament class, I learned to seek "eternal truths" from the stories in the Bible - apply the history to my own life. From my French class I learned that I hate analyzing French literature, and I never want to hear about "figures de style" ever again.

I would like this post to commemorate the end of an era. I just completed two years of college. I am now taking a two year intermission. This was Part 1 - the first act in my play of academia. The first act where the characters are introduced, where the story is established, where the hero(ine) makes big mistakes - providing the conflict, and where it concludes with a cliff-hanger hope that Act II will bring resolution. I can only hope that Act II will include good grades, acceptance to my program, reparation of some bad grades, and a path for an entirely new play: graduate school. And from there, a career.

I have loved these two years at BYU. It's been strange coming to terms with not coming back in the fall, but I need all the time I can get to prepare for Act II. Seriously, I want it to be good.

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1 comments

  1. Act II will not just be good. It will be great.

    You make a great heroine!

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