Today's Miracle Monday is an encore by Brother Anthony Scolaro, who shares a school-themed story that happened while he was pursuing his graduate degree. We hope this is a bright spot in your Labor Day celebrations.
Twenty years ago, I attended graduate school while holding down a full time job. To complete the program within the allotted three years, one summer class each year for the first two years. The summer semester crammed 16 weeks of study into eight weeks, so I elected to take my two least favorite courses during those summers, thinking to lessen the pain.
One of those classes, statistics, required more study and concentration than any course I'd ever taken. The final exam counted as 40 percent of my grade, and going into it, I knew I had to do really well to pass.