Again this blog is more about my little university life than anything else, I love going back to my old blog are realize how many good thoughts I used to have when my mind was free from school activities and its business. It’s a different season of life. Even though I’ve got much to do, I can’t simply get busy with reading and homework and planing. I can’t! So here’s my little story of why I can’t work tonight.

For the first half of the semester I had worked hard on a grammar assignment -not the kind that you get in secondary school or Cegep. The course, the teacher and the assignment had brought a few a us to drop the class and most of us to feel overwhelmed and unable to achieve what was asked of us. With a lot of pain and frustration I had finally gone through the whole process of finding hard grammatical questions, get them accepted by the teacher, and found (for some) the answers or just information that did not solve my questions. Tuesday March 20th was a dreadful date for most of us since we had to send our final 4 questions and their answers to the teacher through email.

The teacher told us we would get our grades and feedback today and I did not want to check my emails this morning, at all. I had a class at 2pm and a classmate told us the marks had finally been sent around 12:30pm. I was gone already, so I hadn’t have the “privillege” to know what was in my mailbox, A, B, C, D, E… I was glad I had another class at 6pm and so, wouldn’t go home before 9pm tonight. I just was scared. But I got home and I thought that I had to go check my mail and be done with it. Even if I always felt stressed out when I would get an email from the teacher, giving me feedback on the grammatical questions I had sent her, this time, I felt my heart taking a deep breath, not knowing what it was I was going to face. I dreaded this moment for now more than a week.

My face suddenly changed when I read the simple phrase in the email I had gotten from my teacher: “Hi Gabrielle,
Nice work … assignment on the return path.” It was the first time the teacher actually used my name in an email, the first time I was greeted too. Teachers have more to do than sound nice, I know. So I downloaded my work that she had corrected and commented… The last few characters on the paper were these: A-

Most people have never seen how I look like when I am really relieved and happy. You missed it again. I fell to the ground and praised God, who lives and granted me success, again. Now the work is only halfway done. I must submit a second set of four questions and their answers for April 3rd. Pray for me.