School: It's What You Make of It

           This school semester has been quite the challenge. I signed up for my classes a tad too late, so I got whatever else was available that could fit my schedule. I should’ve have known there was a catch to having only an hour of class once a week. It was just too good to be true. Come to find out, I had signed myself up for my first trial of on-line classes. That was definitely not what I had in mind, since it was going to be Math and English. 

Even though I have never taken an on-line class, I already expected the curriculum to move at a fast pace. At this point, I wasn’t looking forward to whatever may come next. All I knew is that I was going to take it in strides. It was my dedication to finish school that helped ignite my enthusiasm to stick with these classes, which I had accidentally agreed to take. I wasn’t about to give in before the semester even got underway.

The semester started as any other had before, with the first day jitters of getting familiar with the location of the class. Once I got settled in and learned each class’s routine, I was eager to tackle each assignment. Being in the midst of it all now, I tend to get overwhelmed with balancing time for both classes. I underestimated the responsibility of an on-line class. It takes a certain kind of person to want to learn each subject by teaching him or herself.

Now that we are mid-way, I feel a lack of luster for either class. Between working long hours, my pregnant fiancée, and these on-line classes, I find myself wanted to lie in bed more often. As easy as it would be to tap out, my determination won’t let me throw in the towel. There is more on the line for me now, since my daughter is due to arrive in a few months. I know I’m going to have to put a pause on school when she’s born, so it’s a must that I complete what I can until then. I want her to have an educated father, so I won't be staying away from school for too long.