Lesson On Patience

I hate waiting...

waiting for my roommates to get out of the shower

waiting for summer to start, or summer to end

waiting for a prayer to be answered

waiting for the commercial break to be over

waiting for the mail to arrive in the afternoons

waiting for my freshly painted fingernails to dry

waiting for the bus (especially when I've already missed it)

waiting for my grilled cheese sandwich to cook and all that delicious white Vermont Cabot cheese in the center to melt

waiting for this headache to go away

waiting for that cute boy who sits next to me in class everyday to ask for my number

waiting for my TA to finish grading my exam

waiting for the interviewer to call me back with a job offer

waiting for water to boil so I can make a cup of tea

waiting for that terrible song on the radio to be over so I can switch back to my favorite station

waiting for the cleaning check lady come to inspect our apartment

waiting for my next flight in an overcrowded airport

waiting for my lunch to digest so I can go for a run

waiting for a missionary to come home

All this waiting, you'd think I need a lesson on patience or something.

I wait for a lot of things. Believe me, it's harder than it sounds. I mean there's really nothing you can do, except sit there. and wait.