One more to go

I do believe I've got short-timer's syndrome. One more class to go. I am so ready to be done just don't know what to do with myself. I looked at the first assignment and the last thing I want to do is write anything for school. I look at the stacks of projects calling my name, waiting for my attention to bring them to completion that I just don't want to work on school work.
One more class. How can you study when the water, the woods, and the air that surrounds you calls to you and says "Get up and move!"? I do believe this will be my hardest class, not because of the subject or material, but because I want to do something else, anything else.

High School Diploma for Grandma

I thought I was something getting my bachelor's but a friend beat me by a mile. After years of trying and 4 failed attempts she finally got her high school diploma. Now I am sure some cynical folks might laugh about the 4 attempts but I am in awe. Most people wouldn't have stuck it out and tried again. Most would have given up but she didn't. Compared to her, my accomplishment is small. Her motivation, and accomplishment, humbles me.
Her motivation was her grandchildren. She told me she didn't want them to think she's stupid. I don't think they will. I think they'll see their grandma as someone who'll keep trying when she wants something even when the odds are stacked against her. I keep seeing the smile on her face when she told me about it. She is so proud of her accomplishment and I am proud for her.