Two hours + 13 problems + 3.5 years without a math class = one very frustrated college student.
I can barely finish the assignment and the idea of getting an A is laughable. I may not even pass. It's the beginning of the quarter and I've already been utterly defeated by homework.
But, as I throw down my math notebook and triumphantly staple the work together, I know that if this is what it takes, I will do it. Two hours, three hours, every single night, struggling for that ever elusive good grade. I will do it. I have a bright shiny A in my dreams, and I'm going for it.
Ain't that how writing goes?
We know, as we struggle, pray, and wrestle with words, that publishing is a distant dream. The idea of writing a best-seller? Laughable. But we do it anyway. At that very bottom point, at the depth of our self-deprication and hopelessness, that's where the tough stuff comes out.
I will do it. If it takes hours and days and weeks and months for a single paragraph, I will do it.
What about you?
Now - off to face accounting homework!