"It is not in our failing that the strength of our character is told, but it is shouted in how we rise", read Laura Friesen, my best friends little sister. She is getting ready to graduate from high school, and moving out of her boarding house. I was sitting on her bed, while she was going through the all the papers and things she collected in the last few years. She wrote the quote in her Chem notebook after her teacher recited it to the class during his routine 5 minute mediation.
How true the words of her chemistry teacher are. They nurses my bruised soul. I felt so heartbroken. I invested the last four months in an academic and professional endeavor only to fail. That is right, I failed my student-teaching experience.
Sigh. I am presently choosing not to be bitter. I can, and have, listed injustices and reasons why it was unfair for them to fail me. I mean, I have had so many people tell me that I am a good teacher. Why can't my supervisors see it?
I choose not the dwell on those though. I have so much to live for, that bitterness will easily steal. For starters. I have life. I am young and able, and I am smart. I do know that no disappointment happens without reason and God does have a plan and a purpose for my life. I just have to do some re-evaluation to figure it out. In the mean time, I am just glad that worst didn't happened. I am not sad that I am the only one to fail it from my class. I am happy for them. Success is sweet for them
I Thes 5: 18