"Wake up... Wake UP! It's 7:30, you're going to be late"
It's early Monday morning on a bright, summer day but sadly I had made a choice to enroll in summer school this year. Waking up each day with my mother's voice ringing in my ear. Oh the tiring mornings, and the never ending lectures; I thought I had liked English but that just didn't seem to work. Day after day, I gazed out the window watching the world pass me by as I was stuck inside this class and an unachievable lie.
Our first test came back and all I saw was RED lines, crossing on the paper and edits all around. I swear English was supposed to be easy, but somehow I began to see REALITY.
People began dropping out by the numbers each day, I thought I would end up like one of them, but something made me stay.
"I am expecting a 90 and that's all I'll take," said some of the drop-outs who could not wait another day. They stormed out the door with sad, disappointed faces. I took one glance at them and thought my road was over. Then I saw some people, I could have sworn that they were my friends and seeing them drop out too made me think, was I making a mistake or was it just them?
I earnestly prayed and prayed and prayed, asking God to give me the strength to endure this nightmare. Although it was not easy staying put in my position, I knew that Greater was He that was in me than he that was in the world. So as I was beginning to realize that I needed to get real with my expectations, I felt more eased and performed better than ever. I guess it was God who was constantly at work, helping me to fulfill His perfect plan.
Nevertheless merely human as I am, I had some rough patches and fell real hard, but it was always through His faithfulness that picked me up right back to start.
Finally this journey was now over, and I was free to enjoy the rest of my summer but somehow I began feeling sad. This was a unforgettable experience I had. I met some interesting people and became quite close to some. Despite the work, we managed to have fun, and had some interesting moments too.
I don't think I can ever forget this class, the Oedipus complex and the Educated Northrop Frye. But I can definitely say that I have finally faced reality and I know that someone out there is very proud.