“Am, is, are, was, were, be, been, become, feel, taste, smell, sound, and, sometimes, look.” – Sr. Miriam
That was the song my eighth grade English teacher would sing everyday to the class to remember the linking verbs. My classmates and I would always imitate and make fun of her not realizing that while we were making fun, we were also taking home a beneficial memory that would be long lasting even if we failed to remember other things taught in her class.
It’s interesting to me that it was in eighth grade when my love for writing poetry came alive. I started to love English. It touched my life in a way that nothing else ever had.
In high school, my 12th grade teacher made us memorize a monologue from Shakespeare’s play “Hamlet”. At that time it just seemed like a whole lot of boring work. But who would have thought that the lesson would turn into something fulfilling; the kind of love that would last always. The kind of love that would later in life, lead me to pursuing a degree in English.
And so I am here, in college and on a quest to complete my studies and finally achieve getting a degree in something I love; English. I see possibilities with it and have discovered that the more I study it, the more I love it. But my love for writing has grown. I am no longer just a poet; I am a songwriter and have recently started writing other things and enjoy it a lot.
I am trying hard to build a strong line of confidence for reaching my goal. Sometimes I wonder will I ever get there. It has taken this long already. Sometimes I think to myself, “Self, I am no longer young; I have white hair.” But just by simply taking a glimpse into my future, it ameliorates the thought of how ling it will take to get there. On days when I’d rather go home and go to sleep rather then go to class, I think about the benefits of making it to every class on time and well prepared. And when I’d rather hang out with friends rather than study, I think about the advantages of reading and getting better acquainted with the material so I can keep my honor society status. I know that I am covered under the shadow of the almighty and that the hand of the Lord will lead me there when it’s my season to harvest.
My word of the day today is remunerative. Remunerative is an adjective that means affording remuneration; lucrative; fulfilling. It is synonymous to good, beneficial, helpful and advantageous. When most are young, they never see the remuneration of receiving the lesson until later. But when reality hits you, it sure feel good to know just how blessed you always have been.
While I was in school, many of the lessons would drive me off the wall. But as long as it was being taught, it was my love that was growing inside the woman I would one day become. In the spirit of life’s beauty, I carry those lessons with me until today. I still remember those linking verbs, the monologue from the Shakespeare play; and crazy enough it helped me to get an A+ in my English 211 class this past semester. Those lessons by those promising teachers touched my life; lessons that were then remunerative to my future and are still now appreciated.
Word of the Day: Remunerative
Raise your glass for the teaching of the past that get carried over into your present.
Especially those that we used to laugh out loud about but that instilled a message.
My future destiny was foreseen then based on a lesson that was remunerative.
Until today, they are a part of me and the reason why my love lives.
Now I am pushing forward in college as an English major.
Everyday that I study, I am one step closer to that degree; though it seems like forever.
Remunerative will it be if I stay focused and do not fall off course.
A glimpse into the future ameliorates the doubt of getting there and all negative thoughts.
Today I am an honor student and on the Dean’s list which I thought I’d never be.
I am trying hard to finish and hopefully one day get my degree.
Vision of love is the A grade that I receive when I appreciate the value of my education.
Especially today, I know I’m covered by the shadow in this life equation.
© Stephanie Jeannot