February 14th seems like a strange day to be looking back on the last year. It’s not New Years, it’s not a birthday, and it’s not any other yearly marker of time’s passage.
It is the anniversary of something bad happening to some Catholic saint somewhere for some reason, but we won’t go into that.
On February 14, 2011, I was a happy-go-lucky college senior. Actually, I came home that day in tears because I had had A Terrible Meeting With My Thesis Advisor And I Thought That My Life Was Ending.
(In retrospect, I can’t believe that I actually cried about that…)
On February 14, 2012, I was a slightly-cranky Communication Arts teacher who spent most of her day chastising (read: yelling at) over-hyped pre-teens who continued to be outwardly and obviously disrespectful and defiant.
(In retrospect, I can’t believe that that didn’t make me cry…)
In the end, I think there is a lesson to be learned from our friend Saint Valentine, he of the gruesome, martyred death. That is, you never know how much you can do, until you actually do it. I didn’t think I’d ever finish my 83 page honors thesis to my advisor’s specifications, but I guess I managed it somehow. I didn’t think I’d ever go home at the end of a day in Crazy Town (aka Room 374) without fixating about it, but I guess I did tonight.
Insert some historically and religiously accurate reference to the resilience and martyrdom of the aforementioned saint here.
At the end of the day, it just makes me wonder what February 14, 2013, will bring.