Although I am a student at Granite State College I have been given the opportunity of a lifetime by my wonderful husband. I have been given all the time in the world to focus on my studies without the added responsibilities of a job outside of our home. My school work is in fact, my job which I diligently do each day.
Because I stay at home it would be easy to procrastinate; it would also be horrible to waste the time I have been given. So, for the past couple of years I have kept a study/work schedule to help me stay focused but I have also kept a class calendar on my desk to track due dates and class times. When they are available I do take more than one of my required classes each semester because I am very excited to reach my goal which is my Bachelor's Degree in Language Arts.
This semester at Granite State College is quite different from others because I do not go to the Rochester Campus at all. I must say I do miss seeing the friendly faces of the staff and faculty I have come to know and enjoy so much as part of my academic career. However, because my required work is decreasing the course I needed this semester was being offered only in Mancheter, New Hampshire.
I am also working on an Independent Learning Contract for the course called Media and It's Message which I am loving. It is an amazing course in media madness and awareness of our own involvement in it. It is time to take my midterm exam for the Media class which consists of writing an essay about my personal experience with it and how it affects my life.
Early on I learned one good thing about my school work routine. I think so much better about my papers due while I am walking the streets of Exeter than anywhere else on earth, probably because it is such a lovely town that lends itself to the beauty all around us here, as if it is a protective shield keeping us safe. That is, until we turn on the radio, television, or read the next newspaper in our midst.
But I did not have to turn on the radio or television this morning. I did not have to pick up the newspaper and take a glance, not before during or after my walk. You see, as I walked through the parkway gate lost in my own little world of media madness and the question of what shall I write, I sauntered right past him. That's right. I saw him... out of the corner of my eye sitting right there on the bench proudly, confidently, and quietly talking to his friends. What did I see you ask? Well, I saw the camo pants and shirt with rolled up sleeves. I saw his green beret tipped ever so slightly to the right. Still, I did not see his face or his eyes. No I did not see them -- not until I turned around and walked back to him -- not until I walked right up to him, held out my right hand to his and said, "Thank you for all that you do" as I firmly shook his precious, healthy, strong hand. It was at that very moment when he looked up into mine that I had the honor and privliege of looking into his beautiful, kind blue eyes that swept over my face like stardust.
His is the face we will not see in the newspaper. His is the face of America and the love affair of its Patriots. His is the face of our youth who stand tall and proud among us while they knowingly sacrifice a life of privilege to keep our country safe.
Sometimes the strongest message we will never hear is the message the media doesn't tell us.
Because I stay at home it would be easy to procrastinate; it would also be horrible to waste the time I have been given. So, for the past couple of years I have kept a study/work schedule to help me stay focused but I have also kept a class calendar on my desk to track due dates and class times. When they are available I do take more than one of my required classes each semester because I am very excited to reach my goal which is my Bachelor's Degree in Language Arts.
This semester at Granite State College is quite different from others because I do not go to the Rochester Campus at all. I must say I do miss seeing the friendly faces of the staff and faculty I have come to know and enjoy so much as part of my academic career. However, because my required work is decreasing the course I needed this semester was being offered only in Mancheter, New Hampshire.
I am also working on an Independent Learning Contract for the course called Media and It's Message which I am loving. It is an amazing course in media madness and awareness of our own involvement in it. It is time to take my midterm exam for the Media class which consists of writing an essay about my personal experience with it and how it affects my life.
Early on I learned one good thing about my school work routine. I think so much better about my papers due while I am walking the streets of Exeter than anywhere else on earth, probably because it is such a lovely town that lends itself to the beauty all around us here, as if it is a protective shield keeping us safe. That is, until we turn on the radio, television, or read the next newspaper in our midst.
But I did not have to turn on the radio or television this morning. I did not have to pick up the newspaper and take a glance, not before during or after my walk. You see, as I walked through the parkway gate lost in my own little world of media madness and the question of what shall I write, I sauntered right past him. That's right. I saw him... out of the corner of my eye sitting right there on the bench proudly, confidently, and quietly talking to his friends. What did I see you ask? Well, I saw the camo pants and shirt with rolled up sleeves. I saw his green beret tipped ever so slightly to the right. Still, I did not see his face or his eyes. No I did not see them -- not until I turned around and walked back to him -- not until I walked right up to him, held out my right hand to his and said, "Thank you for all that you do" as I firmly shook his precious, healthy, strong hand. It was at that very moment when he looked up into mine that I had the honor and privliege of looking into his beautiful, kind blue eyes that swept over my face like stardust.
His is the face we will not see in the newspaper. His is the face of America and the love affair of its Patriots. His is the face of our youth who stand tall and proud among us while they knowingly sacrifice a life of privilege to keep our country safe.
Sometimes the strongest message we will never hear is the message the media doesn't tell us.
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