And then there's my own frustration I have to keep in check, especially with the students who sit down in front of me for their first lab visit of the semester, not caring what kind of help I give them with an essay--some will even outright admit with a shrug, when I ask them "what can I do for you?" "Whatever. I just need a signature." I do my best to summon patience and peace because I know the situation they're in is not my fault--but it's still just a hard week to get through without my own stress bursting through and giving some of them a not-so-tactful piece of my mind.
Oh, well. I've survived it before; I'll survive it again. Meanwhile, I find it helps to meditate and ask the God of My Heart to help me put forth my best and to not get lost in the worst.
- Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
- Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
- Where there is injury, pardon;
- Where there is doubt, faith;
- Where there is despair, hope;
- Where there is darkness, light;
- Where there is sadness, joy.
- O Divine Master,
- grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
- to be understood, as to understand;
- to be loved, as to love.
- For it is in giving that we receive.
- It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
- and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.