I wasn’t gonna write a post this afternoon. I’m already (by the time I finish) 15-20 minutes late from my standard 3:30p post time.
But I was convicted.
For those who have not heard that term, it basically means I received direct instruction on something that I hadn’t done, that my conscience won’t let me off the hook about it and I have to correct it. Now.
This has been the least productive semester I have spent in Grad school, not because I haven’t been taught anything or, in turn, learned anything. I’ve definitively received both pedagogy and edification.
It’s been unproductive because I’ve been unproductive. And in that, I have been convicted and I have to change it going forward.
This the last week and every nerve ending in my body is excited. I am sitting at a school computer getting ready to finish the last 5 pages of a final paper and the last 2 pages of a final book review – all of which need to be done in the next hour and a half. I should be stressing, but because I am very clear that I created this last-minute monster, I refuse. Frankly, that’s what causes people to drop out of the race instead of just taking a swig of water and running on. They get caught up in the mistake and get dragged down by it.
Thankfully, I’m not built that way. What I will do is finish – and finish strong.