It’s happening slowly, but happening none the less. I’m turning into a morning person. I say this from the Hinman Family Patio (outside the Starbuck’s Patio in Hanson Hall) at 8am. Certainly not that early, but usually I get up around 6am now, shower and bike or catch a bus into school. It wasn’t like that at St. Cloud State. Most mornings consisted of rolling out of bed about 10 minutes before class and stumbling into my seat just in time to ignore the proceeds. After class, I’d stumble home, eat the entirety of a Jack’s Bacon Cheeseburger pizza and fall asleep until the next class. What a life. Or lack thereof.

Today, mornings consist of a cup of coffee and reflection. Perchance some writing, a bit of homework and potentially meetings. The days are long, and I don’t mind. This concept is worth a post in itself. Why is it that academia work is enjoyable? What about the environment and coursework provides sincerity in our labors? Real world jobs often produce disdain and resentment for our 40-50 hours of input. As of today, I’m doing 60-70 per week for school and couldn’t care less. It certainly isn’t easy, but it’s work that I enjoy. That will probably be my most pressing matter post MBA, finding a job that gives me the sense of accomplishment and sincerity that education has. Specifically, though, why?

School offers grades, a network of peers that aren’t nearly as directly competitive as in work, extracurriculars, and possibly most importantly a finite time line for completion. This shouldn’t be understated. Something there is to an unending pile of paperwork that breeds discontentment. Think about that, so many jobs are simply never ending piles of work. There aren’t “classes” or incremental situations. Instead, we give people one job, they do it, we give them another. As much, we don’t offer grades or approval situations upon completion of those projects that are delegated. The real world is often thankless, where reviews and such are overtly catered to our inabilities rather than our accomplishments for the betterment of our company. No wonder so many people feel lost and little value in their work. School is different, there’s something here that allows a person to really accomplish things and set themselves apart. There is a willingness to recognize efforts. I’m not sure many real world companies actually do that. They should though. It’s curious, this corporate world. It’s as though at some point we lost the ability to be human and focused sheerly on mechanism. In the long run, that can’t win.

Morning is about the only time I have to write any more. It’s also when my head is most clear, before the procession of responsibilities and wants march to the economy parade, before the relationships and situational inference overtake my inner monologue. The sun rises in salute; the breeze whispers the time for work is upon us.

I do not pace the floor, bow down and bend but yet, mama you been on my mind.