It’s strange to think we’ve been here for 10 weeks.

Only 10 weeks.

Already 10 weeks.

It feels like it’s been years and it feels like it’s been no time at all. It’s a strange thought, but it makes sense. We’ve learned and changed so much, individually and communally and that makes this time seem like years. We also still have so much to learn and so many opportunities to apply what we’ve learned already. And that makes it seem like no time at all.

These last 10 weeks, we haven’t grown in minutes, hours or days but in moments of joy, spells of confusion and periods of adjustment. But I guess growth has never been about a measure of time, but more about what happens during that time. And after that time? Is time really a limitation to growth, learning and change? Is it ever “too late” to learn? Is it ever too late to change? And if time isn’t a boundary to change, could a moment of deep, inexpressible joy in a lifetime of pain change everything? 

All right, I’m starting to let my mind wander… but before I get too far off track (and forget to do my homework entirely), I must add that our spring break was a great experience and I have posted some pictures from the trip. Our week back at school after break was not so great as most of us had papers and books to catch up on. So we spent most of the week cramming as much homework as we could into a short amount of time.

If growth is measured by what I did during those hours, I must say that I didn’t grow as much as I could have and could have used my time better. Although I was doing schoolwork, it meant little to me because I rushed through my work and didn’t appreciate it. I shouldn’t confine my schooling to the last minute. 

Lesson learned (after 15 years of school?). Well, I guess it’s never too late to learn, eh? Why not now?

Peace, 

Glenn

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