Two history teachers (male) share my bench to the right and discuss lecturing and handling students. I might be a teacher someday. A woman only a few years older than me is sitting with her six month old daughter by the big window to my left. She is infatuated with that baby; she loves her. Look at them play together. Look at how she gazes at her. Look at how much she values this time she is spending with her. I might be a mother some day.
The low hanging light over my head is like God. No matter what is happening with the teaching career or with motherhood on my left and right, I am still sitting immobile under Him.
Both parties left at the same time.
I think I will not throw this GRE study book at the wall and I will continue to refrain from premarital sex.
Discernment.
Not fully related to the post, but I'm sticking this here anyway:
