I've been meaning to document a snippet of my existence on Monday, but didn't have the time to. It is a day too late to feel the instant sense of excitement, but nonetheless never too early to embrace the irony of that day. Well, as you can tell, I have been feeling like the dumbest person in my Corporate Tax class and have been trying so hard to just be on par with the rest of the crowd or at least feel as though I deserve to be in the same room as them. Well, what do you know. The day we study Redemption (of corporate stocks) was the day I felt REDEEMED. I didn't answer the Professor's questions correctly when he engaged in his typical Socratic methods… rather, I corrected the Professor. Yes, when the words "Sorry about that, I made a mistake… thank you" vibrated through the room, I felt a sense of entitlement and strength. I did a good job of hiding it through my fatigued façade (since I spent the night reviewing the details of that days lesson)… but I felt the fireworks inside! To top it off, for the very first time, most of the student were not able to answer his questions and I knew all of them (of course, I kept that to myself)! So point is… isn't it ironic? A little too ironic that all this fussy frustration yielded a favorable result? Maybe not, but I was feeling the Alanis Morissette...
"Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face"
Maybe not a big deal, but a big deal in my books!
Love, Nat
