…back at BYU-Idaho…
Yes. It’s that cold.
Let me just say upfront I am extremely UN-fit, but I am working on it. Getting in shape is such a slow process, it seems, and it is hard.
I was running the indoor track at the I-Center at BYU-Idaho on Friday, which was my birthday, huffing and puffing and feeling some serious pain in my legs. Maybe I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, too, that I let myself get this out of shape.
That’s when I came upon him:
I don’t know much about him, except that his name is Don.
His father was walking laps around the track, engrossed in a novel, and Don was doing his laps too.
I asked if I could take his picture, and he said yes, and a huge smile lit up his face.
And then he said, “Good job!” to me, referring to my half-hearted laps.
It was a perfect birthday reminder that I have been blessed with life, and a body that can run, for another year.
Don may not have have a body that can run today, but his spirit is taking these laps seriously; he “ran” at least a mile while I was there.
Thanks Don, for the best birthday gift: Inspiration! Appreciation! and Gratitude!
One of the most frustrating things about being a “seasoned” college student (that means old), is that sometimes I don’t know where I fit in with my professors. Several have been really young, (of course that’s relative. If you are 18, a 28-year-old professor seems ancient).
So I wonder how they see me.
Heck, I’m around college-aged men and women all day every day, including Sundays, since I have a campus calling, and even at home with my 19 and 21-year-old sons. Sometimes, I am caught off guard when I see myself in the mirror. I mean – I can’t believe I am that OLD. I feel young, all my classmates treat me as if I am young, (and thanks for that, guys. It means a lot). But the professors?
I have narrowed it down to two things:
Whatever it is, they should not ignore students’ comments and emails.
There. I said it.
I learned very quickly that MOST of my professors (and I should note, that I all my professors have been male, except for one this semester) have had no interest in being my friend, and that really grinds me. If I were to meet them in any other social circumstance, I think they would treat me differently.
But that’s the catch. If I was 19 or 20, and they saw me off campus, I think they’d politely greet me and move on.
So I can’t have it both ways, I guess. I suppose if they are treating me like a 19 or 20 year old, it’s fair. But golly – it sure makes me feel awkward. Isn’t there some kind of happy medium?
I’m no different than an other student. All I ever wanted, was to be acknowledged, and validated.
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