In high-school, most mornings I woke up around 5:30a to be at school by 6. I had meetings and organizations I was leading that I was in charge of being present to help lead and represent, then I went about my school day until 2:30p. Then, after school, I would have band practice and/or play rehearsal until about 9p that evening, only to go home that night to do homework, go to bed, wake up, and do it all the next day. Boy, let me tell you, trying to throw a job in that mix was a task I certainly failed at.
Little did I know, this was only a warm-up for the marathon I’d be racing in college.
Most often, you hear adults, teachers, whoever, talk about college age kids… usually in a negative light. It’s usually about how all they like to do is sleep, hang out with their friends, waste time on the computer and “The Facebook,” or consume certain substances. Or, there are the teachers and professors who wholeheartedly believe that their class is the only class, the most important class, and everything in their students lives should come second to that class.