It seems odd that at the end of the semester I would be somewhat grappling the idea of being home more often. I had a rough start to the year, let alone the spring semester of 2015. I was enrolled in four, yes four, classes, and it has taken a toll on me. Throughout the semester I was constantly exhausted. I always felt as though I couldn't keep my head above water: I felt as thought I was constantly drowning.
I felt as though I was constantly on the run, as if I never had enough time in the day. I was nominated for the position of fundraising coordinator for an organization on campus, and I accepted. As if I had all of the time in the world on my hands. That meant I had a full workload from my classes, my two boys, and now that.
With this position, I had to come up with ideas in order to assist with the expenses of the organization. It was kinda fun, I must admit.
Then the Chapel Hill Shootings happened: I was devastated. remember I have kids, and this broke my heart! This situation diverted my attention to a bigger goal: collecting donations for the Feed Their Legacy canned food drive. The battle was on, with this I mean that there was a "friendly" competition in which I was shoved into. So, that meant it was me against three enormous religious organizations. The top five organizations were to receive x amount of cans to their organizations. I never entered the drive looking for fame, I was praying that this deed would assist in erasing previous sins of mine. I need good deeds: nothing more. So, the race began, I called and texted everyone I knew. I was all over the place, picking up donations and money. There were those who wanted to help, and those who looked at me as though I was crazy.
I thought I did pretty well, considering it was me against three organizations. There was almost 300 participating organizations, and I was able to place mine and the university at 13 place. Not bad; right?
Any ways, I was able to finish out the semester with three A's and one B; the professor wouldn't round up for me.
Alhamdiallah: blessed.
I felt as though I was constantly on the run, as if I never had enough time in the day. I was nominated for the position of fundraising coordinator for an organization on campus, and I accepted. As if I had all of the time in the world on my hands. That meant I had a full workload from my classes, my two boys, and now that.
With this position, I had to come up with ideas in order to assist with the expenses of the organization. It was kinda fun, I must admit.
Then the Chapel Hill Shootings happened: I was devastated. remember I have kids, and this broke my heart! This situation diverted my attention to a bigger goal: collecting donations for the Feed Their Legacy canned food drive. The battle was on, with this I mean that there was a "friendly" competition in which I was shoved into. So, that meant it was me against three enormous religious organizations. The top five organizations were to receive x amount of cans to their organizations. I never entered the drive looking for fame, I was praying that this deed would assist in erasing previous sins of mine. I need good deeds: nothing more. So, the race began, I called and texted everyone I knew. I was all over the place, picking up donations and money. There were those who wanted to help, and those who looked at me as though I was crazy.
I thought I did pretty well, considering it was me against three organizations. There was almost 300 participating organizations, and I was able to place mine and the university at 13 place. Not bad; right?
Any ways, I was able to finish out the semester with three A's and one B; the professor wouldn't round up for me.
Alhamdiallah: blessed.