We have an activity that includes picture patterns and colored wooden shapes that fit into the pictures to form things like wheels, clowns, even an ice cream sunday. One of the patterns is a flower, and I was trying to make variations in color using different shapes, but was having a hard time because there were only about three ways that I could arrange the colors to fit within the lines for the flower. I soon left it to do something else.  I came back to the table a few minutes later, and my son was making a beautiful flower. It was big, colorful and very elaborate. I was stunned. I had not considered setting aside the flower design altogether and doing my own thing, but he had.

Last night, just as I was about to drag myself to bed after a very long day, my little sister stopped me before I went downstairs and asked for help with her math. Knowing I was spent, I hesitated to answer, but being unable to say no when she was in such dire need, I consented.

We trudged down the stairs and hall and into my bedroom. It wasn’t the best atmosphere for homework. I had newly-washed, yet unfolded clothes on my bed and some books strewn on my couch, and the temperature was probably around the lower 60s. After scooting the books to one side of the couch, I offered my sister a seat and a blanket. I then sat next to her, and we began tackling her math pretest with as much gusto as I could muster.

Attitude is everything in learning.  Henry Ford once said, “Whether you think you can or can’t, you’re right.”

Yesterday, I toured a small technical college with my boyfriend, and I couldn’t help noticing the structure of the school. The entire college consisted of one two-story building. Each classroom would comfortably hold up to ten people with only three rows of tables. The adviser we spoke with told us that the actual number of students in one class ranged from five to eight students. When we had the chance to meet some of the students and professors, we found a common respect and familiarity between them, and they joked together, almost as friends.

The school itself was nothing spectacular. Although the electronics seemed up-to-date, the building was somewhat aged. The library was tiny, containing only ten to twelve computers, one or two work tables, and maybe ten to fifteen shelves of books. Because of the size of the school, it seemed that their resources were limited.