The words kept repeating in my mind, sounding a cadence that quickened my too sluggish feet. With heart pounding I turned the corner, walked through the open doorway and found a seat in the back. I placed my backpack in front of me and pretended to look for something, shuffling the books and papers to keep my shaky hands busy. The school newspaper had printed my secret this morning.
“Looks like the class is full today. Did you read the Scroll this morning?”
“Interesting statistics they published.”
“You didn’t read them? The oldest college student this year is fifty-five and get this, the youngest student is fifteen. Fifteen! I bet I’ve seen whoever it is. There are a lot of kids walking around that look young, like that girl way up there with the red shirt on the second row.”
The din in the room gradually stopped as Brother Smith, the chemistry professor, started his class in the usual way – with a big bang. Everyone clapped, some whistled, as the smoke cleared from the beaker he was holding.
“Is the test on Friday going to cover chapters eight to ten or does it cover the whole book up to this point?”
“This doesn’t really have to do with chemistry but I was just wondering is it true there is a student here at Ricks that is only fifteen?” I tried not to look conspicuous while I heard “That can’t be true” and “I bet they look like a total geek” come from several other members of the class.
“Who is it?”
“Ms. Ventura, please stand.” I didn’t move a muscle. Brother Smith looked at me. He was enjoying this. “You may as well get this over with so we can proceed with today’s lesson. Please stand so everyone can gawk at you.”
“You? No way!”
“Thank you, Ms. Ventura.”
The class laughed. Then someone shouted out, “What’s her average for this class?”
I can look back on my life and see the decisions that were made, small they seemed to be at the time, that have lead me down the path I am now on.
“Have you ever looked at one of those 16-foot farm gates? When it is opened, it swings very wide. The end at the hinges moves ever so slightly, while out at the perimeter the movement is great. It is the little things upon which life turns that make the big difference in our lives”
~Gordon B Hinckley~
Sometimes through no fault of our own, no decision made on our part, we have been thrown a curve ball. These too are new beginnings though not the happy anticipated ones we so enjoy. How we choose to face them and deal with them makes all the difference.
I look forward to another year that I know will be full of other new beginnings. May God grant me the strength, patience, and fortitude to learn, grow, and stretch from each one.
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