School school school.

I remember the first day momma took me to school. Well, not so vividly but I can't forget these words "It will be over soon." I suppose the statement is familiar with many other people. I had to rise up very early the next day and head for the bus stop, not that I had a problem with being up early, but I had real matters that kept me busy and these were interrupted by school. Playtime, cartoon and the like. Changing routines is also hectic for anyone and it was not any different for me then. Anyway, few days then weeks and I had made friends. I still had my playtime after what seemed as lengthy and confusing attendances for my simple unaccomplished mind. Furthermore, we would sleep in the afternoons and after growing into the schedule long enough I learned to be mischievous. It was the beginning of a long journey. My only issue as I grew up was momma's start off statement. She did not say"oh baby you are going to be here for a long time." Long, is the word, it was the beginning of school and life. Instead, that echoed only in her mind, I imagine her saying "be strong, you need" it or "poor thing."
Seventeen years later, I am still in school. Waking every dawning day to the kind of life momma introduced me many years ago. As I walked to class this morning for a seven o'clock class I could not help but wonder. Life never tells you what will happen in the next fifteen years. We dream about leaving primary school and joining high school to become pretty and hang out with the boys because apparently, we have accomplished academically. On arrival, it is little about beauty and the boys and so much about school, building and accomplishing. Funny how this tact has got many of us to achievements we thought were the end of the world. Then we strive to make it to our dreams and here we are, still dreaming and working towards it. To a great extent, I appreciate the mystery of life. Not knowing what tomorrow holds and going on and on each day. I am grateful for the routine school instilled in me, to wake up early and have a program. Sometimes we get disoriented but fall right back because of that system. At the same time, I realize building is a lifetime process. Well, it could be monotonous but it is life. It is good to stay focused. To keep working and realizing your dreams, little by little. The human soul is like a muscle, it is built through repetitiveness at times and other times through new experiences.
As at now, I am grateful for life, for where I am, for every day. Am grateful for school, what it taught me, for parents and teachers because I mess up often but because they taught few things, it is easy to fall back. So, I do not know where life will take me in the next fifteen years. Am sure my mom did not lie to me, she just spoke wisely, that is the beginning of education. Our parents brought us up wit-fully, they did it for our feeble minds, lest we should be undone. In my dreams to be a professor, I realize to educate others, you need wit. Even when educating adults, your speech should leave room for the mind to understand by itself. At the same time, without abandoning it, lest it directs itself wrongly. I want to teach Economics in different campuses, and inspire young people, share laughter with them and teach minds to be free and wise, because the beauty of having a brain and a mind is knowing how to have fun with it. Oh, I love school, at some point I did not, but I have come to appreciate what it stirred in me. For the next fifteen years, if am graced with life now and after that, it should be a mystery planned for. We do not know what tomorrow brings, so today, we live our dreams and labors. We become what the future holds, cause we live in the future and there is no future apart from which we live now, and no I do not mean waste our lives, I mean build, chase wind whilst building your muscle because life is useless if we look at its content. Its content was made for us, to make us better. So we may enjoy life.