I've been doing this college thing for some time now but just now remembered to document "a college moment."
I've done so in the past but I haven't lately, and so I begin my story. It's about 10:30pm on a Thursday night and school's been out for a while now for the older kiddies. I'm still bumming around Cville because I'm doing summer session and trying to lighten my workload come next semester. So one of my grad student friends comes over to the apartment I'm staying at and starts cooking this beef dish. He said he was coming over earlier to cook and I was like, "Go crazy." As he is cooking, one of my roommates who also is a grad student starts making brownies and cuts up some watermelon. As I am writing this the aromas of soy sauce and chocolate are mixing and permeating through the living room.
Now I realize this is nothing out of the ordinary. Just two people cooking in the kitchen at 10:30 at night. If it were a "regular" household, people would be winding down for the night. Nope, we were cooking and possibly going to eat again.
It is in this moment that I will miss the college life.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Amazing Grace
The grace of God is so beautiful. Words really cannot do this concept any justice. I can only relate an instance in my life to only a sliver of to how great it is. So this past spring semester I took this math class. I hate math, but this is a necessary evil that I had to endure. Since it was a necessary evil, I did not do too pretty and by that I mean failing.
Now I have to qualify what I mean by failing, since I am a person of two cultures. This is not "Asian failing" where you get a "B" or the inconceivable "C" and you're disowned and declared as not worthy of anything. NO! This is straight up, "Am I going to have to take this class again and will I get high enough on the exam so I can pass the class?" kind of failing. Naturally, I was ever anxious and was studying like crazy for the final.
After that monster of an exam was said and done, all I could do was wait. A couple days after the monster had shown its face, I saw the instructor for the class among the stacks of DVDs at the library. The first thing she said to me was I did not fail. This is somewhat disheartening when first hearing, but I'd talked with her previously about my chances of passing this class. She told me bluntly, which I had asked her to, that I was pretty much screwed if I didn't pass this exam. One can imagine how ecstatic and grateful I was upon hearing that I had passed. She was too. Although it shows up as D- on my transcript, I praise the Good Lord above for it.
In my moments of desperation, I was shown an instance of grace. I celebrate in the fact that I don't have to take anymore math in college and that I passed! Oooh, oooh, how amazing and sweet grace is!
Now I have to qualify what I mean by failing, since I am a person of two cultures. This is not "Asian failing" where you get a "B" or the inconceivable "C" and you're disowned and declared as not worthy of anything. NO! This is straight up, "Am I going to have to take this class again and will I get high enough on the exam so I can pass the class?" kind of failing. Naturally, I was ever anxious and was studying like crazy for the final.
After that monster of an exam was said and done, all I could do was wait. A couple days after the monster had shown its face, I saw the instructor for the class among the stacks of DVDs at the library. The first thing she said to me was I did not fail. This is somewhat disheartening when first hearing, but I'd talked with her previously about my chances of passing this class. She told me bluntly, which I had asked her to, that I was pretty much screwed if I didn't pass this exam. One can imagine how ecstatic and grateful I was upon hearing that I had passed. She was too. Although it shows up as D- on my transcript, I praise the Good Lord above for it.
In my moments of desperation, I was shown an instance of grace. I celebrate in the fact that I don't have to take anymore math in college and that I passed! Oooh, oooh, how amazing and sweet grace is!
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