Stupid Student Reporting

I want to see my grades.

Nazis

Without much warning, they surrounded them.
With a sound like thunder, they grouped them together, blowing them hither and thither without care.
All treated like garbage. Why does it matter who takes joy from them? None were deemed worthy to continue existence.
They plowed over them.
Caged.
No escape.
Dumped into a pile.
Left on the road.
It was too late. No one could help now. There was no turning back.
The grounds keepers have finished their job. Leaf-blowers have eradicated the scum and joy of the earth.

Stunted

I can't wait to go to Heaven. I want to be able to be in a state where praising God is what I know how to do. I want to worship and express and love now, but I feel like I don't have an outlet. I want to dance and leap and move, but it's not enough. I want to smile and shout and laugh, but it's just not enough. Nothing seems good enough to express how I feel. I kind of think God understands this, but I want to express now. It's almost like I feel stunted.

I have heard people describe Heaven as a continuation of our current state with God. I hope this isn't true. I want to be closer than now, better than now, and more articulate than now. I desire closeness that I don't have now. I want a growth spurt.