Wow I’m actually doing something on tumblr? Shocking, I know. I would normally post this on my blogspot, but I’ve pretty much abandoned that project altogether.
«Side note, I don’t usually use the computer in my room, and it’s shocking how much of an adjustment it is from the keyboard in my parents room to this one. The little things…»
But anyways, last Thursday (if my memory works correctly this time), I was sitting in my elective psychology class. By elective psychology class I mean a one-way ticket towards a cerebral stupor, and by sitting I mean very quickly falling asleep*. (Which reminds me I have homework in that class. I’m glad I wrote this!) When, with about twenty minutes left, in walks in Ms. Lagasse (the principal’s secretary. She handed my friends, Zach and Jared, and I three identical letters. Our names were actually typed on the envelope. (Fancy schmantzy)
It turned out to be an informational sheet for some banquet that the school is holding for the top ten in the class.
Currently, I’m ranked 8th out of 107 in the grade, which is entirely “eh, whatever,” for me. I’ve already been accepted to the college I want to go to, so really anything high school related, honors or whatever, are kind of in the very back of my mind. But then again, they always have been…
But anyways, I had to answer some extraordinarily dopey questions (with the worst being “What accomplishment in your life are you most proud of? Come on, I’m seventeen, I haven’t cured cancer!), and select a guest of honor (sup Paul?).
I also had to mention it to my parents and grandparents. My grandmother and father both gushed congratulations and “oh you must be so proud!” and whatnot. Apparently they spread the news, and so now a whole bunch of people know.
So following the Easter service today, I was congratulated by, honestly I don’t know how many people. And for me, I find this almost embarressing.
Perhaps that isn’t the right word, but I never like getting credit for stuff. Whether it’s for being in NHS (which is really not a big deal, at all) or being in the top ten, or writing a couple of good hockey articles, I don’t really like being congratulated.
Which got me thinking, that I am a pretty blessed person when it comes to academics. I never really have to try, simply because my brain has sponge-like tendencies, and so everything just kind of sticks. I also have a certain aptitude when it comes to athletic events. (Please don’t interpret this paragraph as bragging, I’m simply reiterating things that have been said to me, I guess?)
But despite my academic successes and athletic abilities and dashing good looks (loljk), I’m always capable of maintaining some sort of humility, which I think I am even more thankful for, than my abilities.
Somewhere deep in my core, it always drives me nuts when people brag, maybe because it goes against my nature, or because it goes against values I’ve been raised with (see James 4:6, 1 Peter 5:6).
So I’m thankful for that. Of course, there is the old mantra that someone who boasts their humility is not humble, which I feel like this post borders on that idea. But I’m not bragging, just reflecting? Whatever, those that know me personally can make an informed opinion on that…
Anyways, this makes sense to me, hopefully it makes sense to you. Thanks for reading my rambling.
Joe
P.P. I’m currently in the process of learning Quenya, which is wonderful!
*I mean no disrespect to Mrs. Madden, who is an incredibly wonderful lady. The subject isn’t wholly entertaining, and the textbook is definitely written for the lowest common denominator.
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