Back when I was in college, I loved to learn but hated the work. Meeting requirements of reading, writing papers, and giving presentations set me on a road to dreading school. As I am quite a few years out of that beautiful day of graduating, I often still struggle with the idea of learning. It brings back too many bad memories of late nights and falling asleep in class.
As I get older and learning is no longer based on a certain standard or scheduled out to me in a syllabus, I have found that how much I learn is based upon how much time I am willing to take to do it. To really better myself and be open to learning new things and different ways of thinking, I have to make the effort myself.
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