Don't get me wrong, I was a good student. And I was smart. At least, I thought I was. I knew how to get good grades, and I knew how to ace a test. So I was labeled "smart." I got my associates degree first, and graduated with a 4.0. I transfered to a four year school and graduated cum laude (granted, I did study art). But no one ever asks me what my grade point average was. And "smart" doesn't really translate into real life.
Life doesn't care that I could write a stellar book report about someone else's experiences. It challenges me to write my own experiences, and write them well.
Life doesn't care that I got A's on all of my U.S. History tests. It wants to know how I am going to learn from my own past and use trials and mistakes to shape my future.
Life doesn't care what I learned in Biology. It is going to show me so many amazing things with my own eyes; things that will leave me standing in awe of the Creator.
How did I go from feeling so smart in school to feeling so clueless in the real world? It is humbling, for sure. I have so much more to see, and so much more to learn.
Day 23, Thursday: Things you've learned that school won't teach you