... And I'm back after a nice (almost) month-long blogging break in which little work got done, but good holiday times were had. More on that when I rejoin Celebrate the Small Things this Friday.
Today, Michael poses a rather serious question to kick off 2017: What was your "growing up" moment? For example, his moment was dealing with the aftermath of his parent's divorce.
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Instead of a moment, I'm going with a "growing up" year: my junior year of high school. There was no tragedy, no death, no first boyfriend break-up. Instead, I made a goal: a straight A report card. Why? First, my older sister was perfect (in my eyes) so I thought I should follow suit. Also, this was the year colleges would consider heavily. Since I was hopeless with any coarse that involved physical movement beyond opening books and writing, i.e. gym, typing, or computer science, I chose the following schedule:
Sounds like a hoot, doesn't it? These courses quickly became the homework-generating equivalent of climbing Mt. Everest. I'd come home and jump right in, take a break for dinner and washing dishes, followed by more studying until around ten or eleven at night. Similarly long sessions were needed every Saturday and Sunday. Total weekly homework time: six hours every day except Fridays. Six. Sadly, this is not an exaggeration. But, it was my choice. I picked the schedule. I wanted the As.
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The school year lasted 180 days, spanning late August to early June. When it was done, I had that straight A report card in my hand, but all I could think of was all the things that hadn't happened during that tortuous year. No movies seen with friends. No dates. No social activities of any kind.
I remember sitting on our couch, peeling the paint off a pencil with my fingernails, relishing the fact that I was not studying anything for the moment. Movers were working around me, packing up the house as we were about to leave my home of eleven years for a new town. One mover winked at me and said, "I bet you're going to miss all your boyfriends, huh?" Considering the reality of my school experience, I just glared at him.
The upside? It was an endurance test and I passed. When big goals came up in the future, I would think back to this pivotal year and realize, that yes, I can do this: graduate college, get a job, go back to school for a Ph.D. in math, get another job, have a baby, raise this baby while pregnant and my husband is diagnosed with a brain tumor, and write a book.
So, while I would not recommend this academic ironman experience, it has served me well. Click here to read about other's "growing" moments.