Gleaning

Whoa.

As interesting and stimulating as college classes are... they're stinking hard.

Okay, not that hard. I'm only in freshmen classes. My two English classes are a breeze, but then again, I'm an English major. It's my forte.

However, American Foundations and, apparently, Book of Mormon are NOT my forte. Tough stuff, man. I suppose it's just ways of thinking and processing that I haven't been accustom to. It's challenging. Okay, yes, and hard. Difficult. Straining.

You should see my readings for American Foundations. But, then again, as I think about it, people like Bro. Marshall and others who are fascinated by the economic liberty of the colonists and such-like would breeze through my readings and ENJOY them, as I would breeze through readings of grammar and foreshadowing and other literary techniques, and not only understand them easily, but get excited about the material.

It's all in the sorts of things you're interested it, what makes you tick. And apparently, there's lots of diverse things to be excited about, because some of them are so dang foreign to me. Not to say that I'm not excited about learning. I love learning. I'm excited to be here and to be learning. I almost get giggly when a teacher starts in on a lecture because I'm just excited. Dorky, I know, but I'm enjoying it. But there certainly are things that I am quicker to understand that others.

Interesting fact:
I honestly have heard the word "gleaning" used more in the last week of classes than I ever have in my entire life. I've gotten up to a count of 12 uses already. GLEANING? Really? Alright, professors; whatever floats your boat.j