I had a moment yesterday, a
beautiful, emotional, moment, where I almost burst into tears in class.
Normally I would attribute such a moment to my normal hyper-sensitive
sensibilities, or my latent bi-polar tendencies, but this moment was one of
pure gratitude. I have really been looking forward to a literature class I am taking this semester. I have also been secretly praying that this class
would be similar to another class I took with this professor. One of my
favorite things is to read novels, poems, short stories, etc and then discuss
them. I live for this kind of stuff. I really enjoy it in a small class with an
intelligent Professor and a great group of classmates. These qualities define
the perfect class for me, and although many classes come close, few achieve
these expectations. Yesterday, the stars aligned, the heavens opened, and
the perfect class was begun. I was sitting in class pretending to listen to my
professor while surreptitiously reading the parts of the syllabus that were not
being discussed. When I realized that all of my favorite components had
actually happened, at least on paper, and then looked around the room to see the
potential, I actually got teary. Misty-eyed, shuddering and blinking as I try to hold them back, teary. My sense of gratitude was very nearly overwhelming. Not only am I so very blessed to be able to go
to school full time and study something I am passionate about, I get to do it
in the most stimulatingly- amazing, mind-blowingly-nerdtastic ways.
And I bought myself an Ipad.
Life is so good.
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