Hmpf. I guess it still surprises me that getting a lower mark can cause me to reconsider my life's journey. I have gotten enough bad marks in my little life to be so affected by this one. My hope is that one day I will be mature enough to disengage my sense of worth from my grades. Today I feel as though I am finally able to say, "SCREW IT ALL!" I have far more reliable means to find my meaning in my life than the stupid educational system. I am embracing the fact that if I want to help people, it is going to take a lot more than a (insert bad grade)to stop me. HAA! Take that.
Yesterday I was reading some of Emily Dickinson's poems...and I came upon my new mantra.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
My mental image of a fainting robin pretty much consists of this lil' birdie tipping out of his nest and landing beak first in the dirt. My gut reaction is to laugh (my little brother has rubbed off on me) But the essence remains, that if I can do anything for the sake of another, my life will be worth living...and this thought is helping me continue on in this social work thing...