I got the letter yesterday. I've been officially accepted into the Occupational Therapy Program.
I got the call today. I'm proceeding on to the next step for a very nice scholarship.
I finished two classes today. I think that I did well on the tests.
I have 36 hours of work next week. The extra money will be nice.
I have one more class and I have a whole weekend to study for that math final.
Today, I sat in the college dining room after my psychology test. It was an awesome feeling to be done with that class, and to know that I'd done well in it. I celebrated with a coffee and an everything bagel, and I listened to some maintenance men talking. They talked about a program that they watched on the History Channel. They talked about so-called 'green buildings'. One of the fellows talked about an algebra class he had taken. They were older fellows, but they greeted students cheerfully, comfortably, no evidence of 'generation gap' at all. It just kind of tickled me. Some places, maintenance men can be pretty rough guys. These guys were not.
I sat there in the college dining room today, and I felt unburdened and I felt free. I felt competent and intelligent. I ate my bagel and I drank my coffee, and studied my careful notes for the test in my next class. I listened to a student playing a guitar, and the talk swirling around me, and I felt as if I were right where I belonged. The fact is simple: left to my own devices, I never would have dreamed that I could (or should) go back to school. I cannot help but be moved at the thought that I am only here because people around me recognized a potential in me that I could not see in myself. I think of Tim. I think of my teachers. I think of other students. I think of all the friends that I've got cheering me on and I feel really truly honest-to-goodnessly blessed.
You all ever get the feeling? Where were you?