Weedvillian Walker: Can't sleep

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Can't sleep

For some reason, I couldn't sleep last night. Woke up about 2 and just tossed and turned. About 2:30 I got up and came out and studied. Its nice being able to access my course on line, and I got through the first chapter of the first mod. My first mod has been shipped and I am looking forward to the actual books getting here, but at this rate I may have it done on line before I see the books. The first segment is mainly on how people study and the different types of learners, it involves scheduling your time and your personal study habits. Gives you the basics of the course also. And included a few self tests to see how well you retain what you read. I found it interesting but am anxious to get into the actual course itself.

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown