Lesson Seven: Student Wife?

Since I have been in college for more years than I care to count, I am not new to being a student. Sometimes I think if I had to pick a profession a "professional student" might be the closest thing that I could come up with. Unfortunately, in order to be a professional student one must have lots of money and time. And not go to Metro.

When Luke and I had first decided that we thought we wanted to get married, I set about trying to graduate as quickly as I could. I figured that if I graduated before we got married our life might be a little easier. I have no idea if that is true or not.

After one semester of twenty credit hours and a few semesters of fifteen or so, I soon became weary of academia, particularly just being down at Metro so much. So I got married with one journalism internship, one journalism senior experience class, two upper division political sciences classes, one elective and one social sciences class to go.

I realized before I got married that I didn't want to take a lot of classes the semester after I got married because with working and everything else, Luke and I wouldn't get to see each other very much. So we decided that I would take one class.

One evening class. Once a week.

I was so happy. Only one day I had to be down at that cold, desolate, happy-killing campus. Only a few hours I had to spend in college student's presence.

I thought I would be so happy and so grateful to only be down there once a week.

But....

As Luke drove me up the first day of class and we turned into the King Center Circle my heart dropped.

"I hate this place," I moaned. "Why me? Why? Why?"

"You know, I thought that after our winter break I would be ready to be back," Luke said. "But I'm not. I'm so glad I'm taking this semester off."

I whimpered, "Not fair."

And as I walked into my class and saw Annoying Girl #2, my heart sank.

Why me?

Why Metro?

Why school?

The next week, sitting in class, listening to the professor painstakingly talk over the entire chapter that we were suppose to have read, I groaned.

It is going to be a long semester.

But sitting here at the computer, typing away gibberish about school that no one will care about and trying to elicit some sort of lesson from it - since that seems to be my theme, I think I realize something.

Right now, I must juggle not only being a working wife and a housewife, but also I must be a student wife.

And at least I only have to go down there once a week.

And it isn't THAT bad.

And I should simply concentrate on what I have to do while I have to do it.

So, I suppose my lesson seven will be:

Lesson Seven: Make the most of every situation. Be grateful that it isn't worse!