School Days

     I notice in my teaching that my classes become quite a bit smaller as the semester progresses. A few of them have legitimate reasons, but only a few. Others simply stop (or never started) doing the work or showing up. They never truly got their heads in the game.
     I remember from my own college days that classes did diminish over time. Maybe not to the same extent, but there were always empty seats by the end. College is tough. But then, it's supposed to be tough. I don't know of anyone who has said college was easy. Certain classes, maybe, but never college as a whole. There is always that one professor, that one requirement, that you will struggle through. There are a lot of hoops to jump in college, and the only thing that will see you through is perseverance.
     Getting a college degree is nothing but dogged determination as professors and classes will actively seek to make you drop out. I've had professors announce that anything below a B will fail. Others that there will only be on A in the class. Strictures and requirements so obtuse and pedantic that figuring out their purpose brings on a migraine. These are all tests to see just how much you want that degree, to see if you have what it takes to hold on to your goal despite all the obstructions.
     Writing is exactly the same, but tougher. No one said being a writer would be easy, and there are a lot of road blocks. I never quit college, and I'm not going to quit this. If anything, I want to be a writer more than I wanted college degrees. I'm in this for the long haul. I will reach my goal of becoming a published author. I have the determination and drive. Time and effort will make up the rest.