G is what I'm grateful for. My mental/academic ability. Even though I hate to admit it, I'm pretty good at being a student. Even in my weakest subjects, I can end up pulling off decent grades with just a few hours of studying. I don't think I ever realize just how grateful I should be for this. Working with my sophomores at SMHS has really opened my eyes. Yesterday, one of my students asked why we called on him for the answer when we knew he was the dumbest kid in the room. It completely broke my heart that he felt that way. Granted he never even tries because he'd rather be talking or on his phone, but I still couldn't help but feel for him. Whoever or whatever allowed him to believe that he wasn't smart was wrong. Just because I'm inclined academically, doesn't mean I'm smart all around--there is a ton of stuff that I simply do not understand and don't wish to. The same goes for my student. He may not be the best at Chemistry or English or Algebra but I know without a shadow of a doubt there is a gift within him, that no one else could ever have.
I is for what is inspiring me. The past month or so, I've felt completely overwhelmed. I'm in a constant state of playing catch up with my school work, on top of working, trying to maintain a social life, and get at least a couple hours of sleep. But as this week started, I set my mind to taking everything one step at a time. And when I did accomplish something noteworthy, I would celebrate. I finally made the decision to switch my minor, to celebrate I bought myself roses AND made myself dinner. I was able to get through my hardest/longest school day (Tuesday...8am-9pm) without feelings of defeat, so I order a pizza, had a glass of wine, and went on my clearance sale binge with Sheils. Instead of constantly getting on myself for not finishing everything on my to do list, I will try to make a big effort to celebrate and be satisfied with what I do accomplish.
F is for how I'm practicing my faith. I was never a big fan of criticism even when it was constructive. When I was in my first college writing class, I became incredibly fond of criticism with my writing but still lacked that same enthusiasm in my personal life. I'm trying to be more accepting to every criticism I receive and more understanding that I do not and absolutely will not take everyone of them as an attack on my heart.
As tiring as my week was, I feel as if this was one of my best spiritual/wholehearted/self-loving/peaceful weeks yet.
I'll be on my way back real soon.
Meghan