To be learned is good...

I struggle with school. I don't like going. I usually don't like my classes. And most of all I don't like leaving my home where I'd rather be baking cookies, pouring my husband a glass of lemonade as he walks through the door and decorating my walls with memories and emblems of our love and our blessings. I'll admit it, I'm a complete home body and in complete honesty I would be just as happy staying at home all day doing home things as I would doing anything else. However, I'm in school for several reasons. I'd like to say that reason #1 is because the prophet said to go to school, but that's probably and unfortunately reason #2. Reason #1 is probably because my schooling is free. I think if I didn't have the wonderful excuse of free school, I probably wouldn't go. I also think that I've said 'probably' 3 times in the last 2 sentences, probably not a good writing style. 4. Anyway. Every once in a while I will come upon a person or I will have an experience that makes me say THAT is why I'm going to school. And it is experiences like that, that have gotten me through the last 3 years of school and will get me through the next 2. I recently had one of those experiences and I'm trying to hold on to it for a while so that I can better appreciate my ability, and my opportunity to get an education. My experience was this:

I was in Basha's the other day picking up 2 things; popsicles and strawberry soda. You see, my Collin has been sick and popsicles were supposed to keep him hydrated and the soda was sounding yummy to him so I went to the store to get him the goods. As I got to the front of the line I was waiting for the person in front of me to finish up her transaction. She was purchasing only 3 things; 2 bottles of lemon lime soda and a large bottle of rum. She seemed really nice. She had a great tan, an adorable little girl in her shopping cart and she looked like a really good mom (I don't know about the whole rum thing but I wasn't gonna judge). So the cashier had already scanned and bagged the items and the nice boy at the end of the station had placed the bags in the cart. The woman had slid her card through the machine, punched the buttons and was waiting for her receipt to pop out. A few seconds of waiting.....then the cashier said, "It didn't work, try it again". So the woman swiped her card again only to be denied. I'd like to think that in Eagar things would have gone differently but here in busy Mesa the cashier said something like  "Your card was denied and there's a line so you have to leave." So the lady, obviously embarrassed, (reminding me of Meg Ryan on You've Got Mail only there was no Tom Hanks to be found to come to the rescue) walked away with her head hung a little lower, her face a little more red and her phone to her ear. She was frantically and desperately calling her husband trying to get the whole card/money thing figured out. It was heartbreaking.  It was at that very moment that I wanted SO SO SO badly to say "Hey don't worry about it I can pay for it". Or to just pay for it really quickly and have the bagger boy chase her down and say "somebody paid for your groceries" and she'd never even have to know who it was. But....we are poor college students and even if I wanted to, I literally did not have enough money in my checking account to pay for her groceries. It was at that moment that I said to myself, "I will finish my education and I will support Collin in anyway that I can so he can finish his education so that in a later day, if I am standing in a grocery line and the nice lady in front of my has trouble with her credit card I can say, "I will help you" because my husband and I will have worked hard for an education so that we can (or he can) have a good  job(s) that will allow us to have a little extra money in our checking account for such emergencies".

I really hope I can remember this instance. It makes me a lot happier about getting my education. I want an education so that I can help other people. My whole career path entails helping others and I can't do that unless I finish school....so what did I come home and do? Registered for next semester.....and for the first time ever I wasn't dragging my feet.