The Luck of the Irish? Or Maybe Just Me...

“Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted in spite of your changing moods.”
-C.S. Lewis

Before I begin to rant, like always, I need to get something out of the way. Well two things:

• One- Happy St. Patrick's Day! Hope everyone had a good one! And to a particular someone, I know this is practically your holiday, and I hope nothing got in the way of that.
• And two-In my last post I mentioned how this week was suppose to change everything. Well that event is apparently on hold. But really? Can you do that? I mean, technically yes. And with my luck, it's no surprise that this would only happen to me. And when will this event come about? Who knows anymore.

I'd say I'd lose faith on the whole situation, but faith is one thing that keeps me strong. In fact, faith is what this post is all about.

I'll try not to sound so naive and childish, but i'll be blunt: I'm pissed off. Yet inspired? It all started on Monday, when I hit my lowest low. My AP Lang teacher told me to switch out of her class. What? No joke. Normally the situation plays vice-versa, but let's get real. It's me. Only these ironic, unfortunate events could happen to me. I hope I don't sound conceited or selfish by that statement; trust me, I dislike these events; you can have them! At first I was furious with anger and frustration. How could a teacher tell me that I'm not smart enough to pass her class? Shouldn't a teacher praise effort and commend support. Nope. Not my AP Lang teacher. I'm not mad at her. It's not her fault that she sees no faith in me, that's how she feels. She sees no faith. And in my head, as she was talking, the words "no faith" kept orbiting my mind, practically hypnotizing me into bitterness. Then I realized, faith is meant to be held on to.

In 8th grade, I picked the confirmation name Hope, because I explained how hope is the one thing no person should ever lose. That's when it hit me. One: I actually learned something in 8th grade; and two: I can actually apply it to real life. Why should I let my teacher's vision of me be proved true? Anything is possible. And I will prove to her, and myself, that I have more potential. I have hope; faith. I believe in myself. And though my teacher doesn't, that is all a person could ask for.