Stories

Each of our lives is a story. And with every person we meet, we become a part of their story and they become a part of ours. Somehow God has masterfully written all of our stories so that they come together to form one story...the greatest story ever told. Aslan, the lion from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, once said, "I tell no one any story but his own." (The Horse and His Boy). This is a very hard thing to do, especially when you are a part of great and similar stories, and this blog tries to do that. Not every part of my story which spanned the last week is relevant to what I'm about to say so those things are left out.

Over the last 7 days I've had two mid-terms - Intermediate Cost Accounting (Cost) and Organizational Behaviour (OB). The Cost was pretty ok. I'm not too sure but when someone asks "How was the exam?" do they want to know that or how I did? The exam was in English and it was comprehensible. As for how I did, only time will tell. However, there was this one thing that I didn't study and it kept coming back. It was pretty funny, ironic and unfortunate, and I hope "When in doubt choose C" worked. OB was the same - the exam. that is (written in English) and I think I did well. Most of the exam I knew and I didn't use "When in doubt flip an eraser with a 'B' written on it.

This was a celebratory weekend. All of my friends in the year above me graduated this weekend and my grandmother celebrated 15 years of living after breast cancer. I've never given graduation any thought beyond the fact that some day that will be me, but being in final year and seeing the graduands collect their gowns and how their faces glowed with excitement and dirtied with nostalgia made me realise how real this day will be for me. If all goes according to plan the person with the grin on his face shaking the Chancellor's hand will be me and I'll have letters after my name other than 'lol'. I think that will be a great achievement. The nostalgia comes in when I realise that it's time to move on. There will be no more blogs about school because I won't be there. No more option of skipping 10am classes, no more hiding from people and sleeping in the library. I'll be facing "the real world" as those who have left the system describe it. I don't know what I'll do in it but I didn't really know how my university life would plan out. I just have to wait on the same author - such a faithful author.

One story ended yesterday, that is the one of Barbados' Prime Minister. The whole country is in mourning. He had a really relaxing aura and some really good quotes and policies. For 15 years, he was the leader of the opposition and when the last elections came I honestly didn't think he was going to win. I thought that after losing three times he had a lot of heart to run again. But he had a dream. He had a story. And he lived in it. Sadly, though, two years later he died at the age of 48 from pancreatic cancer. I doubt that many of his goals were realised in his tenure of Prime Minister. We may focus on the fact that he only spent two years in office but the really interesting thing about it is that he no longer knows that he only spent two years in power after waiting and learning for 15 years. He came and he worked in the capacity that he was given. Life is short. Who knows what opportunities will be taken from you (as if they were ever yours) prematurely? Do the right things first.

My heart goes out to his family first and I pray they will find comfort and strength to carry on while they are still alive. My heart also goes out to my country and I pray that we will remain sober minded. To have a change so drastic can create drastic reactions. Prime Ministerial power will change people, rather it reveals people. Who knows what we will live to see?