Going to the Playground

Thus far I have been a part of the academic system for about 15 years now (kindergarten-junior year of college). Now I know people go to school for years and years almost ceasing to never be without a classroom. However 15 years is a major chunk of my life. I mean get this there were only 5 years of my life that no school was happening at all ever. I have seen the inside of a classroom for years and years and years. I am so excited to say that it is a major possibility that I will be done with classrooms and tests, quizzes, homework, lectures etc in the year 2012. According to the Mayans this is a pretty sketchy year to graduate, good thing I'm not Mayan.

I've often wondered how life was back in the day where an education system was not established. I mean I would only guess that the people learned from experience and what their parents taught them. I would also guess that these were important lessons of survival and things of that sort, feeding your family with the lack of "employment" because, well there were literally no jobs to be had.

Well it's been a good ride on the academic train somewhat, but my eagerness is overbearing and my patience is waning. Not that I don't value what I am learning about or not find it interesting, I love learning it, but I'm ready to hop off this train, however just because I'm ready doesn't mean I really am. I know I am eager which is good but also patience is indeed a virtue, God knows when I am ready and he will send me as soon as possible. Don't worry I have perspective on this whole eager thing, but I'm kinda like a little kid with it. It's like when a kid is so eager to go to the playground but first he/she has to finish his/her lunch. They need the food because it sustains them and gives them energy to run, jump, climb, and different stuff that they will do on the playground. The kid says to the mother "mom I'm ready to PLAY!!!" but the mother says "honey you need to finish your lunch because later you'll be asking for food and it won't even be supper time yet." God wants me to eat my lunch first so later I won't be asking for food when it's not time to eat again.

He just wants me to be prepared, and I know I'm not quite yet. Just a few more nibbles on my sandwich and I'll be able to go play. Patience, such an annoying word, but oh so useful.

All to God