Going through my old journals is sometimes painful, sometimes eye opening, sometimes a feeling of reflief of the things I'm no longer going through and sometimes a reminder of what I'm still holding on to. Today I found this poem that my mom wrote me when I was a senior in high school and I thought it was appropriate for the busy weeks that have come and gone and the ones still ahead.
In the midst of my list of place names and facts,
And chapters and stories and cards in their packs,
Please let me learn all I must for each test
And not lose me balance or forget that I need rest.
As I memorize, theorize all through the day,
Thumb through my books, notes in full disarray
Please let me focus on critical things
So I'll know what I should when the testing begins.
And if I get tired and edgy and sad
And fearful this grade is doomed to be bad,
Please let me have confidence, faith and hope
That no matter what happens, I'll be able to cope.
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