I believe in the faith that grows
It's days like yesterday that make life worth living. Those few, brief moments where things seem to make sense, serve a purpose, and restores your faith in the human condition. I will now expound for you the two events that led me to feeling this way.
Event 1 - Hard work pays off.
Upon turning in an absurdly easy IAH Music and Culture final (seriously folks, Strawberry Fields Forever? Do they not say the title of the song MANY times during the chorus?) I walked up to my professor, whom I don't recall speaking to once during the semester save answering maybe one question early on, abruptly ends her conversation with another student to direct her attention at me. I hand her my paper, and she smiles and says "I really enjoyed your play. Are you in theatre?" Now let me give you the background, here. I spent countless hours writing this play/essay term paper type deal. It was interesting enough for me to exceed the page limit and spent time butchering it to make it reasonable in length. I knew it was good stuff - most of my stuff is good, but I was worried nonetheless. So my professor who I didn't realize knew I existed took time to acknowledge this paper - a great end to a good class. Later on I sit down and check my email and I see she has emailed me, requesting a copy of the paper to turn into the director of the IAH program, and possibly publish in her book about how to write about music. This was the icing on the cake and has kept me in a good mood and a spring in my step all day.
Event 2 - Wow.
We get into Nick and Chris' room to play a game of Gloom for old time's sake, and I randomly decide to check my phone. There is a voicemail. I figure it's probably my mom, dad, or aunt contacting me about something or other. I start listening to the voicemail, garbled from poor service and chatter in the room. I stand there for several seconds until I realize who it is. I can't believe it. Wanting to call and talk to her immediately, I realize it's too late, and the return call will have to wait until tomorrow. It will definitely be an extremely important, emotional, and possibly pivotal phone call. I felt immediate, overwhelming, heartwarming and heart-wrenching comfort from knowing a person who was so unfairly and abruptly disconnected from my entire life still loves me. That the impact they had on my life is just as strong the other way around. That they might just miss me as much as I miss them.
I can't help but wonder what might come of this.
(Don't ask me who I'm talking about. Just be happy for me.)
Event 1 - Hard work pays off.
Upon turning in an absurdly easy IAH Music and Culture final (seriously folks, Strawberry Fields Forever? Do they not say the title of the song MANY times during the chorus?) I walked up to my professor, whom I don't recall speaking to once during the semester save answering maybe one question early on, abruptly ends her conversation with another student to direct her attention at me. I hand her my paper, and she smiles and says "I really enjoyed your play. Are you in theatre?" Now let me give you the background, here. I spent countless hours writing this play/essay term paper type deal. It was interesting enough for me to exceed the page limit and spent time butchering it to make it reasonable in length. I knew it was good stuff - most of my stuff is good, but I was worried nonetheless. So my professor who I didn't realize knew I existed took time to acknowledge this paper - a great end to a good class. Later on I sit down and check my email and I see she has emailed me, requesting a copy of the paper to turn into the director of the IAH program, and possibly publish in her book about how to write about music. This was the icing on the cake and has kept me in a good mood and a spring in my step all day.
Event 2 - Wow.
We get into Nick and Chris' room to play a game of Gloom for old time's sake, and I randomly decide to check my phone. There is a voicemail. I figure it's probably my mom, dad, or aunt contacting me about something or other. I start listening to the voicemail, garbled from poor service and chatter in the room. I stand there for several seconds until I realize who it is. I can't believe it. Wanting to call and talk to her immediately, I realize it's too late, and the return call will have to wait until tomorrow. It will definitely be an extremely important, emotional, and possibly pivotal phone call. I felt immediate, overwhelming, heartwarming and heart-wrenching comfort from knowing a person who was so unfairly and abruptly disconnected from my entire life still loves me. That the impact they had on my life is just as strong the other way around. That they might just miss me as much as I miss them.
I can't help but wonder what might come of this.
(Don't ask me who I'm talking about. Just be happy for me.)