The other night, I had a terrible nightmare: I drempt the J-Rex ran out into traffic without looking and was run over by a car. In my dream, I tried to catch her but couldn't because I was too slow and too far away.
I woke up immediately and, blurry-eyed with shuffling feet, made my way to the J-Rex's room to wake her for hugs and kisses. Before I could even explain, she looks at me and exclaims, "I had the best dream last night!" A tear rolled down my cheek, I smiled, hugged her tighter, and asked her to tell me all about it.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Trying Hard, a Self-Reflection
I grew up lucky. I was blessed to have several raw talents, including a mind that could handle academics with ease. This kind of luck comes with a curse, though. You see, I never had to try.
School (well, most of it - I still have nightmares about times tables) was always a breeze. I was always an A-B student and graduated fifth in a class of over 600 without ever putting out more than the bare minimum of effort into my work. Sure, I did work...I researched, read, learned on my own...but only when it was fun and only with the things that piqued my interest for only as long as my interest stayed piqued. I never worked hard.
School (well, most of it - I still have nightmares about times tables) was always a breeze. I was always an A-B student and graduated fifth in a class of over 600 without ever putting out more than the bare minimum of effort into my work. Sure, I did work...I researched, read, learned on my own...but only when it was fun and only with the things that piqued my interest for only as long as my interest stayed piqued. I never worked hard.
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