Teachme

I haven't been retaining the lessons you've tried so hard to teach me. 

Am I ready to learn? 

My memory fails me so often, I tend to fail many a test and yet you keep trying to teach me.  I admire your dedication and perseverance.  Who would have thought I'd be this much of a dunce when it comes to your subject matter.  You didn't know what was in store for you when I walked into your classroom and I thank you for not giving up as yet.  

Am I ready to learn?  

Yesterday I wrote about the things that have been happening in my journal.  I thought it was time I reminisced the old school way--paper to pen.  I mean why not? But it took too long, and then my right hand began to hurt, and not being ambidextrous I couldn't start writing with  left so I gave up.  What did I learn? That I liked typing my thoughts more than writing them.

Am I ready to learn?

Am I ready to listen to the lessons you whisper into my ears. The lessons you bark into my face. The lessons I should have learned ages ago. 

Dear Life, I think I'm ready to learn from you tonight.