I hope you have all had a restful and restorative Christmas holiday, and are ready to get your noses back to the proverbial grindstone.
This was from an e-mail I received from one of my professors.
Well, it definitely was restful. I probably slept more over the last month than I did over the previous two months. My bedtime moved up two hours and my wake-up time moved back two hours. I had more free time than I knew what to do with. That’s saying a lot since I’m in college and free time runs rampant.
Restorative also seems fitting. There’s that restore option on I-pod. It wipes your hard drive clean, no music, no pictures, no movies. All that’s left is the basic software that comes with the I-pod. My break was restorative in the sense that I probably forgot most of what I learned and a lot of peoples’ names and where my classes are. A month of break is a long time.
I think they make winter break really long so that you’re excited to go back to school. A week into break, the proverbial grindstone sounded about as pleasant as actually putting my nose to one of those grindstones they used to make flour back in the day. Two weeks in, I started to miss my new buddies at school. Three weeks in, I started to miss the intellectual challenges and the stimulating conversations. Four weeks into break, I’m chomping at the bit. I can’t wait to get back. Baylor is where I’m supposed to be.
I’m supposed to be learning, thinking, and growing. I’m supposed to be rubbing the sleep out of my eyes in a lecture hall. I’m supposed to be cramming for tests. I’m craving the schedules and the deadlines like a Texan craves fried chicken.
The proverbial grindstone isn’t limited to schoolwork though. It’s reading the Bible with buddies as we hammock in the quad and worshipping God under the I-35 bridge and hitting happy hour at Sonic with my K-life guys. It’s good to be back. It’s good to be where I’m supposed to be.