Time is money; get interested in interest.

It occurred to me today, that college attendees hold more than a single title.  Students not only become a sort of “ambassador” of the school, but of their education, which is always judged first on attitude and appearance.  How we dress is not only indicative of our personality, but also the very first words, gestures out of a person’s mouth—or the attitude behind it.  While we will never be on top of our “A-game” 100% of the time, there are those who perpetually complain about something, or have their two cents, regardless if it pertains to the topic at hand or not.  I should hate to think that this is how one chooses to behave in the professional world after graduation.   Why would one behave in such a way now?

From the moment you step onto campus, your instructor must become a salesperson, and we “the buyer”.  For blocked hours at a time, your instructor is pitching you ideas, selling you on their brand of educative thinking.  They are vying for your time and attention, and by the end of the class, hoping they “clinch the deal”.  Would we then, as potential buyers, sit back and half heartedly pay attention when purchasing a new car or house?  One should hope not.  Going to college and getting an education is just as an important investment as purchasing a car or house.  Never seal the deal without , all of your info.  Pay attention and be prepared.  Your returns will always be greater than your initial investment.



What does a person do when a serious issue that needs controlling pops into their life, and yet it is beyond the scope of their control?  When things need your attention, advice, intervention and you’re six hundred miles from the vortex of the crisis; but still dead center of the storm?  Worry…it’s all a person can do.  Every piece of “sound psychological advice” tells me that I can’t do anything, because it’s out of my control.  Unfortunately, worry is much more than a distraction.  It’s a debilitator.  It paralyzes you, pulls you in directions so far off course, that you forget the direction and purpose of your journey.  It forgets deadlines. 

We all have these things that pop up in life, and when it does it can almost literally suck the very life out of a person.  Right now, I seem to be in the eye of that storm because of a particular family issue.  I’m torn in all kinds of directions, but can’t move.  Needless to say, my focus hasn’t been on my schoolwork.  No insightful, “wax poetic” words of wisdom for today.  No matter how much energy, intention, focus a student has for academic excellence, sometimes when traveling on the stepping stones of life they slip off the rock and fall back to step one.  I know I need to get up.  I have to get up.  Ironically, the future of this particular family issue depends on my success in the next two years.  I don’t know if life will wait that long.

Ens rationis; ergo sum cogito: “I think therefore I am”

An epiphany, a flash of clarity; sparks of neurons finally connecting even if only a millisecond. The very second where your “a-ha moment” turns into your “halleluiah song.”  That’s what it’s like when you for that particular moment in time, finally “get it”.  The matrix of questions, problems and scenarios that you’ve worked on hours on end, while burning both ends of the candle and melting the middle at the same time.  Yes, they are the same problems that you had lost sleep over, maybe even hair over.  We’ve all been there at some point or another.  I can take consolation that even great inventors, writers, composers, and artists have all had “writers’ block”, or what I would call “thinkers’ block”. 

While we all experience these certain vexations at one time or another, I believe that only other non-traditional student can truly appreciate this elevated stratum of complexities that only someone who has been out of school for any particular time face.  I have joked over the years and even with some partial sincerity that my “brain has atrophied” from not using it.  Studies have shown that the brain, like any other muscle, becomes weak and flabby from lack of “intellectual exercise.” My Model-T Ford brain has been cranking for about six weeks running on empty.  This week, I think the cranking has paid off.  I had my “spark of enlightenment.”  I may not be running on all six cylinders yet, but it’s far from being parked.