My high school years were designed rather cognitively by my parents. They were adamant my brother and I did at least two extra curricular activities a year. Their reasoning was simple. They remembered the fun things more then the classwork and I would agree. Most of the things about high school that make me smile are the things I did outside of class. The friends I keep are not the ones I took classes with but those I spent outside time with.
Most of my pride is tucked into two activities. Marching band and water polo. Both of them marked by powerful teachers. Each of those teachers taught me one thing... to finish it. No matter the task, they called for my best until the very end.
No matter how long the race is, finish it. No matter how high the mountain, finish climbing it. No matter how hard the task, finish it at your very best. Its a life lesson we do not always remember. its a personal ethic that we do not always hold ourselves to.
But at the end of the day, finish it. You stand taller when you do.
On an alternate note, my bother, as always, is the mastermind behind the pictures I use to illustrate my points. And obviously, I'm needing new pics Boogie Boo!
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I was wondering what this post had to do with the Bacon Explosion.
ReplyDeleteWell its a play on the phrase. 'Finish it' can refer to food also. See? Im a smart one! :)
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