short on time

Last night I watched "Without a Paddle," during which an old man said something profound. He told the young men that money you can get back, but time, once you lose it, is gone forever.

It's a frightening thought, if pondered very hard, that this life is the one life you've been given the opportunity to live. All the bad and good things you do, go right on your spiritual record, and will affect your eternal soul. What worries me most is what a mucky muck I've already made of my chance.

Time is indeed precious. I've read stories where it was asked, "If you could go back in time, what would you change?" A common response is 'spend more time with people.' Tim McGraw wrote a song "Live Like You're Dying" which talks about someone who suddenly realises that he's short on time. He went on to live life to its fullest, "And I loved deeper, and I spoke sweeter, and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying."

I already know I will have much to regret when I'm dying. Each moment of time should be treated carefully, because you can't get time back.

Are you living life to its full potential?

Great Expectations?

I’m being cheated out of my college education. I made this appalling discovery when I received my worst ever grade on an English paper. Plentiful teacher scribbling covered the pages, and a note at the end included this sentence, “There is much room for improvement should you choose to revise.” I was shocked. Since I started college, I had not received such a devastating comment on any of my papers.

My most challenging English professor, Pearl Klein, saw right through my attempts to skim the material, and she didn’t give me a ‘one size fits all’ evaluation on my paper. She didn’t write, “Needs work, grade B.” She said ‘much room for improvement’, added lengthy comments, and I could tell she had read and seen potential in my pathetic paper.

I had to revise, but I doubted my ability to write any better. However, two hours of extensive reworking produced a much different draft, and a revelation. If I wanted to be truly prepared for adult life, I would have to take more responsibility for my own education. I could see now how much potential my other teachers had failed to elicit.

One might think that doing the assignment and fulfilling the professor’s expectations would produce a quality learning experience, but not when the said professor has created a class that should be titled, ‘Credit for Dummies.’ After a year at Olympic College and ten different professors, I’ve realized that five of those ten professors didn’t expect enough out of me.

At first I felt relieved by the low expectations; I could hold down my job, do the minimum amount of homework and still make the grade. However, when I revised one of my mediocre papers and saw how much better I could do if challenged, the light went on. The ‘Oh! I’m not actually learning anything’ light.

My own experiences, coupled with the realization that many of my classmates still didn’t have a grip on basic punctuation, make me wonder if college professors don’t demand enough out of their students.

Student supervisor Ralph Givens said, “Both high school and college classes are ‘dumbed down’ when they try to make one size fit all.” On a college campus where diversity and uniqueness are emphasized, the last thing one would expect is the ‘one size fits all’ attitude, which fails to provide an exemplary education.

I’ve written papers that I knew lacked originality, understanding, and professionalism, and yet I still made the grade. From past classes, I’ve realized that I can’t rely entirely on teachers to provide me with the necessary challenge and incentive to produce quality work. If I desire to turn into an educated adult, I will have to set my own bar, and exceed that bar.

A good grade may be easier to come by if you take the ‘easy’ teachers, but you’re only cheating yourself. Did you come to college to hide in your comfort zone or to prepare yourself for a career in the adult world?

"Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness;
Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter."-Isaiah 5:20

A verse for those who believe in relative truth.

"The Lord of hosts, Him you shall hallow;
Let Him be your fear,
And let Him be your dread."-Isaiah 8:13

It sounds like poetry--poetry of a great and terrible God.

Toby Mac wrote,
"My burden's easy and My yoke is a featherweight.And this you know yet you're still a man of little faith."

I am a woman of little faith.

"The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, upon them a light has shined."-Isaiah 9:2

We have a hope. The shadow of death cannot oppress forever.