So- I'm still totally overwhelmed by the assignments/criteria for my first semester of grad school- and I'm completely wondering what in the world I was thinking to get involved. But then the reality of the world intruded- I was served w/papers to testify as a witness to the beating of an innocent, older man. Another time I didn't want to get involved but did anyway, simply because it was the right thing to do.
I was raised by people who believed very much in accountability and community. It never would've occured to me beyond the age of 5, to not totally own up to my mistakes. We're all human; mistakes happen, it's what one does w/those that helps define that person. Do you accept it and learn from it? Or do you look for someone, anyone else to blame? I quickly realized that the latter is a total waste of time- and it still astounds me that so many people spend pretty much 24/7 in that pursuit.
Anyway- let me try to find my topic again...when we saw the incident where the man was victimized, I wanted to be like everyone else and "just stay out of it." But people were blatantly lying to try and justify this horrendous act- and that made me ill. So I got involved. And now I have to testify. While I'm not thrilled at the prospect of acting out a Grisham scene at the local magistrate's office, I am happy to help right a wrong. Of course, we'll see how I feel about that tomorrow!! :)
And w/grad school- while I'm wondering just what I've done to myself or gotten myself into- part of me has been dormant, awaiting a new challenge. I keep telling that part to just go back to sleep and let me get out- but it never really seems to listen. Being involved is never easy- but it sure does keep things interesting.
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It stinks being a good person, doesn't it? Now I guess everyone is going to expect it of us. What a crock!
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