A song plays on the background on my newly purchased Bluetooth speakers. It's Es por tu gracia or "it's by your grace". I recall that it's beat who introduced this song to us.
I whip out my pen and begin to write on my thai worksheet. I write my name and then my tutor's name. Then my speaking class number into the blank beside the letter "W". As the tip of the pen begins the number 5, I was brought right back to the first week of school.. and how in 2 weeks we were introduced to our tutorial group.
My heart breaks. What an honour it is, from the first minute of stepping into school to when I was assigned a class to belong to. I wonder if I display this preciousness in my work... oh no I don't.
It's by your grace that I'm here. Writing, pondering, frustrated by the things I cannot understand.
Oh God have mercy on me. Let me live in such extreme awareness all my days. Let me be glad, broken that you have caused such a wonderful thing as education to befall me.
my fingers tremble now, acutely aware that they do not deserve to complete the number 5.
I write on. I finish. It's by your mercy, and your grace.
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