Well my report card was about how I expected it to be. I won’t share it here, but my cumulative GPA dropped 0.5 points (3.1 > 2.6). I expected that, and I have one more year left to recover. I pretty much hate school at this point. Not that I dislike learning, but to pay so much to learn things that are utterly unimportant and unnecessary for your future is a waste of time and money.
Perhaps had I discovered an interest that really clicked for me, it’d be a different story, but so far all I’ve taken out of school is an exquisite knowledge of what I don’t want to be doing for the rest of my life.
The discussion from yesterday about trade schools was spot-on. I ought to have gone down that road. The end-goal of my life—what I would consider a successful, happy life—doesn’t require an advanced degree. In fact, that could be a hindrance (although it does require a bit of money, for which a degree is most helpful). I truly don’t believe that the only way to live is to deal in cash.
“The most obvious fact about praise—whether of God or anything—strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honour. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless …shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it. The world rings with praise—lovers praising their mistresses, readers their favourite poet, walkers praising the countryside, players praising their favourite game – praise of weather, wines, dishes, actors, motors, horses, colleges, countries, historical personages, children, flowers, mountains, rare stamps, rare beetles, even sometimes politicians or scholars. I had not noticed how the humblest, and at the same time most balanced and capacious, minds, praised most, while the cranks, misfits, and malcontents praised least…Except where intolerably adverse circumstances interfere, praise almost seems to be inner health made audible.…I had not noticed either that just as men spontaneously praise whatever they value, so they spontaneously urge us to join them in praising it: “Isn’t she lovely? Wasn’t it glorious? Don’t you think that magnificent?” The Psalmists in telling everyone to praise God are doing what all men do when they speak of what they care about. My whole, more general, difficulty about the praise of God depended on my absurdly denying to us, as regards the supremely Valuable, what we delight to do, what we indeed can’t help doing, about everything else we value.
I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are; the delight is incomplete till it is expressed… If it were possible for a created soul fully… to “appreciate”, that is to love and delight in, the worthiest object of all, and simultaneously at every moment to give this delight perfect expression, then that soul would be in supreme beautitude… The Scotch catechism says that man’s chief end is “to glorify God and enjoy Him forever”. But we shall then know that these are the same thing. Fully to enjoy is to glorify. In commanding us to glorify Him, God is inviting us to enjoy Him.”