The semester is in full swing. My students have their first essay assignment due October 2nd, only a couple of weeks away. Between teaching and being a student myself, I have been trying to find some type of balance to avoid being blown over by the chaotic winds of the semester.
When you’re in college, as a student or otherwise, it’s easy to start to think of time in terms of semesters. A semester is a shortened amount of time where we attempt to cram knowledge in before the end rolls around and we’re off for winter or summer vacation. A semester is it’s own widget, counting down the days that are left. It’s the sand steadily running out.
Here’s the remarkable thing: it’s still September. SEPTEMBER. The first month of the school year. The academic year has actually only been in session for a couple of weeks.
And yet, we feel like it’s going by so fast. It is, but more than that, we just tend to rush through our schedules without taking time to breathe. We’re the ones who are rushing, not time.
Time is what we make it. Don’t rush it.