“If anybody makes an A on this test, Dr. Totten should bake them a cake!”
My daughter was preparing for a Plant Science midterm earlier this week. After creating over 300 flashcards to review terms, definitions, processes, etc., my daughter was overwhelmed by the amount of material that would be covered on the exam.
She gritted her teeth, however, and on Monday morning she resolved, “I can do this. I’m going to work hard, and, by golly, I’m going to blow the top off this test.”
Tuesday morning, after a long full Monday of studying, she was almost in tears. “This is too much information! There is no way I can remember everything we have covered in class this semester!”
Tuesday evening, she was resigned. “Well, I can only do what I can do. If I’m lucky, maybe I will make a C.” Then she added the comment about Dr. Totten baking a cake for anyone in the class who made an A.
Wednesday morning, she put away the flashcards and study notes, and she took the exam.
When she met me in the school library later that morning, I asked how the test went.
“I smoked it!” my daughter exclaimed.
“Smoked it…as in went down in flames?” I asked, “or smoked it…as in aced it?”
“I totally aced it!” she beamed.
Today, Friday, she got the official test results: she made an A. Never mind Dr. Totten’s plans for the weekend ahead – here at the Kendall house, we’ll be baking a celebratory cake!
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I have been in a bit of a writing slump lately.
Busyness over the holidays, then hosting out-of-town guests, and another wave of out-of-town guests, and another; an insanely hectic school/activity calendar; weird NW Tennessee weather (rain, rain, rain, and then temps in the 70s one day, down in the 30s the next, back up in the 70s again this week…); allergies (my head feels like it is full of oatmeal right now, and I am suffering from oxygen deprivation); relationship and emotional drama in the family; blah, blah, blah…
People, I can somehow manage to mop my floors and fold the laundry in the middle of all this chaos, but it is dang hard to write when life provides so little opportunity for quiet and for creative reflection!
My daughter, thankfully, has inspired me.
I can do this. I’m going to work hard, persevere, and, by golly, I am going to WRITE.
It feels good to be back at the keyboard!