I’m hard at work on my last paper of the semester. The paper is worth 215 points but, thankfully, the professor broke down the total points into small junks. I only need another 75 points to end the semester with a 99.8%: Not perfect, but good enough for me.
This class has challenged my intellect and my stamina. It seems like I’ve been studying this material for nearly four months…Oh, wait; I have.
When I reported at dinner that taking one class a session will allow me to graduate in six or seven years, my daughter asked if, “For someone your age…” does that feel like a long time?
Oh, let’s see. I’ll be 57 when I’m done with this degree. My response, in the kindest tone I could muster, “It seems long, but at my age, those years go by very fast.”
There’s nothing like a little motivational speech to help you do your best. Now back to the books.