Life of Pride
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I'm beginning to doubt that anyone is reading my blog. Not that anyone needs to, since I don't publish anything of especially great value. Besides, I'm beginning to grow accustomed to my home life. It takes six weeks to build a habit, so they say. I arrived home 12/17. Since it is now - goodness! - the first of February, it has been 46 days since I was last at PHC. Therefore, I have broken the 6-week mark.
As Carolyn commented on Christy's blog, it is not really possible to keep up with everything at school and at home both. It's a little easier for me, since I'm just here. I don't have to fragment myself like Christy is doing. Still, when Lisa told me in a wonderful, wonderful personal email that she was impressed by my "living in the moment," I had to smile. It was for a long time a survival tactic, so that I did not drown in nostalgia.
But now I am starting to enjoy my opportunities wholeheartedly. Monday night, for example, I felt just fine after a classful of running, kicking, and 300 reps of jump rope. After last night's hour and a half of Frisbee, however, my calves are seizing up as I step. It is a lovely, lovely feeling. :) And choir on Sunday was delightful. They let me sing in the morning, though I had only run through the song with them once. It was a very simple unison - duck soup after Mr. Johnson and Chorale. Then we had an hour and a half of practice in the afternoon, before which I had taken the sibs to the park for frisbee tossing in glorious, 60-degree weather.
Last evening before Ultimate, I read some more of Chesterton's Orthodoxy in the Borders cafe and drank hot, vanilla-almond tea. After Ultimate and a shower, I memorized a bit more of the first chapter of Proverbs (I decided to memorize the whole book, with no definite time goal), and we had family Bible reading. Then I went to bed.
When I finally received my grades from last semester yesterday and opened them to find what I expected - my lowest semester GPA ever, by far, and two B-minuses - my mom patiently and lovingly talked with me for an hour and a half. My joys from last semester are my long quiet times, the dear little 2- and 3-year-olds I took care of Sunday mornings at church, the essay I wrote for the Herald about the honor code - and learning to accept my decision to come home. Further, I learned a lot, and I wrote three stories. Thinking back, by God's grace, I cannot imagine anything I should have done differently. Therefore, my grades are perfect. And I love my mom.
This evening is a study evening, because it is one of the few days of the week I do not need to exercise. At 5:00, I will again betake myself to the Borders cafe and sip vanilla-almond (or ginger-peach) hot tea, while I finish a fascinating collection of intellectual essays on homeschooling from 1991. For now, my heart is at peace.
As Carolyn commented on Christy's blog, it is not really possible to keep up with everything at school and at home both. It's a little easier for me, since I'm just here. I don't have to fragment myself like Christy is doing. Still, when Lisa told me in a wonderful, wonderful personal email that she was impressed by my "living in the moment," I had to smile. It was for a long time a survival tactic, so that I did not drown in nostalgia.
But now I am starting to enjoy my opportunities wholeheartedly. Monday night, for example, I felt just fine after a classful of running, kicking, and 300 reps of jump rope. After last night's hour and a half of Frisbee, however, my calves are seizing up as I step. It is a lovely, lovely feeling. :) And choir on Sunday was delightful. They let me sing in the morning, though I had only run through the song with them once. It was a very simple unison - duck soup after Mr. Johnson and Chorale. Then we had an hour and a half of practice in the afternoon, before which I had taken the sibs to the park for frisbee tossing in glorious, 60-degree weather.
Last evening before Ultimate, I read some more of Chesterton's Orthodoxy in the Borders cafe and drank hot, vanilla-almond tea. After Ultimate and a shower, I memorized a bit more of the first chapter of Proverbs (I decided to memorize the whole book, with no definite time goal), and we had family Bible reading. Then I went to bed.
When I finally received my grades from last semester yesterday and opened them to find what I expected - my lowest semester GPA ever, by far, and two B-minuses - my mom patiently and lovingly talked with me for an hour and a half. My joys from last semester are my long quiet times, the dear little 2- and 3-year-olds I took care of Sunday mornings at church, the essay I wrote for the Herald about the honor code - and learning to accept my decision to come home. Further, I learned a lot, and I wrote three stories. Thinking back, by God's grace, I cannot imagine anything I should have done differently. Therefore, my grades are perfect. And I love my mom.
This evening is a study evening, because it is one of the few days of the week I do not need to exercise. At 5:00, I will again betake myself to the Borders cafe and sip vanilla-almond (or ginger-peach) hot tea, while I finish a fascinating collection of intellectual essays on homeschooling from 1991. For now, my heart is at peace.
Comments:
Hi Sarah!
So nice to hear what is going on in your life--how you are using these opportunities that God is giving you. We all need reminders to be content and enjoy where we are--believe it or not, I occasionally wish that I were not at PHC ;). Enjoy reading non-textbook kinds of things and your family, but don't make the rest of us too jealous!
I need to run to chorale (why does time go so quickly when I am accomplishing nothing?). We 2nd altos (Gabi and I) miss you. The altos as a whole are the smallest section this semester. =\
Have a wonderful day growing in the knowledge of His power and goodness and love.
Hannah
So nice to hear what is going on in your life--how you are using these opportunities that God is giving you. We all need reminders to be content and enjoy where we are--believe it or not, I occasionally wish that I were not at PHC ;). Enjoy reading non-textbook kinds of things and your family, but don't make the rest of us too jealous!
I need to run to chorale (why does time go so quickly when I am accomplishing nothing?). We 2nd altos (Gabi and I) miss you. The altos as a whole are the smallest section this semester. =\
Have a wonderful day growing in the knowledge of His power and goodness and love.
Hannah
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: 12:46 PM
An anonymous person who calls me "lady Sarah." *raises eyebrow* No doubt, (s)he wants me to wonder curiously who (s)he might be. I do, but I won't expand too much energy on it, because I have no way of finding out. ;)
Aw, Hannah, thanks for the note! It makes me happy to hear from people. Yes; that is the curious thing. When I am at PHC, sometimes I want to be home - usually, so I can sleep and recover. ;) So I am enjoying this home life as much as I can. It is in many ways infinitely superior to *dorm*, even if *college* as a whole surpasses it in other areas.
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Aw, Hannah, thanks for the note! It makes me happy to hear from people. Yes; that is the curious thing. When I am at PHC, sometimes I want to be home - usually, so I can sleep and recover. ;) So I am enjoying this home life as much as I can. It is in many ways infinitely superior to *dorm*, even if *college* as a whole surpasses it in other areas.
