Only two more Wednesday blogs until my job gets its summer furlough. In four more Wednesdays, I’ll be officially finished with my Bachelor of Arts degree.
Thankfully, the sun has been shining. In Oregon, May and June are often wet and windy. God demonstrates his sense of humor by making a mockery of most weather reports for the Pacific Northwest.
This year, I’ve been able to stop taking that little white supplement of Vitamin D on most days. My preferred method of garnering my daily allotment is soaking it in through my dermis. Sunshine replenishes that essential vitamin and sparks my creativity.
This time of year brings on a different mentality in my students. They are ready to break the chains of school schedules. Who can blame them? Of course, that adds stress to my job.
After a wild day at the middle school, the only way I can focus on accomplishing my papers and projects for the last undergraduate courses I will ever take (*pumps fist wildly, while dancing around her chair*) is by reminding myself of the completion date.
The end is in sight. I’m no racehorse; you won’t see me sprinting wildly and with abandon toward the finish line. Who has the energy for that?
That goal line is like a carrot dangled on the far side of a gaping chasm. (Okay, maybe a glittering diamond ring or two-weeks in Cozumel.) A single rope gyrates in the wind, but if I don’t look down, I can make it across. One foot in front of the other, one day at a time…until finally – I’m across!
The countdown may be continuing, but I refuse to focus on what comes next. It’s not the destination – it’s the journey.
“One of my professors assigned two papers that are due at the same time.”
This from my youngest son, a young man who believes he’s headed into the marketing industry. I’m sure once he’s there, his employer will never assign him multiple projects that share the same due date.
Yeah, right. What universe does he plan to live and work in? Certainly not the American one. Read more
Everyone loves new things. People everywhere exclaim over the excitement involved in the “firsts” of life:
And the list could go on indefinitely – depending on the scope of a person’s experience.
Today, I’d rather take a few moments to focus on some “lasts” in life. Aren’t there some of these that we could celebrate, as well?
Last cigarette: I smoked for several years when I was in the army after I graduated from high school. It’s been over 20 years since I smoked my last cigarette.
Last car payment: My husband, Mr. Wonderful, has been infatuated with purchasing new automobiles since we bought our first Mazda Protégé shortly after our youngest son was born. In fact, last year at this time, we made our last payment on the 2007 Acura RDX he bought be – new – in September 2007. It felt good – for about a month; then he bought himself a new Mustang. Go figure.
Last college registration: Yesterday, I completed the last registration I will ever need for my undergraduate degree. Yes, it’s official, I have only four classes left to complete and I’m signed up for all of them. Even though I had to juggle the pre-planned schedule slightly, I felt 25 pounds lighter when the registration was accepted. Too bad I wasn’t any pounds lighter at all.
Last FAFSA: Sadly, I will have to complete this tool of torture two more times. After that, my youngest son will be on his own if he wants to keep attending college.
Do you agree that there are some “lasts” in life that should be celebrated? Or maybe there’s a special “first” I didn’t include on my short list above? I’d love to hear from you.