It is only late at night when I'm not really tired but still thinking deeper than I usually do during the day that I realize the wisdom and discipline of my dad's words. One summer, I was working at a booth at the Taste of Chicago and I hated it; the heat, the smell, the sweat, the standing, the obnoxious customers... everything. I wanted to quit the first week I was there.

Unfortunately my dad didn't let me. He said if I quit then I'm not learning, I would only be walking away from my problems. But learn what exactly? He said to learn about myself. If I can point out what I did not like about working there then I can use it to better myself. If I hated the management, I would learn how not to run things.

Mostly I think he didn't want me to quit on my experience. I have to know "hardship" in order to appreciate life. Quitting is a temptation, merely an escape from the tangible reality.

So I won't quit this semester. There's something I have to do because God put me in the place to do it. I knew I wanted to completely take myself out ever since I stepped in. I'm still reluctant but I'll see it through for the rest of this semester...