I remember going to a wake and staring at a geeky visitor who brought a filing case and a notebook with him. In it were readings, notes, and a few pieces of pens. I was wondering to myself what kind of person had the guts and was nerdy enough to study at a wake.
Now, whenever the idea of complaining (or procrastinating) about “stupid” readings begin to formulate in my head, the image of that man springs up, and I am reminded that I have absolutely no right to complain of lack of time or chance to study.
After all, I am a self-proclaimed dorky dancer.