It seems that I've finally found the time to sit down and update this thing after a few weeks. *gasp* I have time to do things? I don't have a mile-long to-do list that makes me cringe with fear when attempting to tackle it? This is new. This must mean that... I FINISHED MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE!
The fact that I'm not a freshman anymore still hasn't sunk in yet. For some reason, I feel like I'm going to return to campus in August, and I'll still feel like a newbie. Then I'll see the actual freshmen, and it will dawn on me that to them, I'll be the upperclassman. It's scary stuff.
This past semester was taxing on my physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual well-being. I got sick not just once, but twice in the span of three months – a first for me. I spent a few more nights than I'd care to admit with caffeine-induced jitters and a last-minute assignment calling my name. Trying to help people that were having interpersonal problems was putting more stress on me than I thought, especially when I had problems of my own with different people. I began to live my life by the standard of my Lord and savior, and I'm now learning that there are many things that I do that are not what I should be doing.
Honestly, there were times where all I wanted to do was crack under all of the pressure, and there was a very rare time that I did.
I make it sound like this past semester was terrible, don't I? I promise you that it was anything but. I don't think I could have asked for better ways to learn about adjusting to life on campus than through the trials I've been placed in these past few months. I was blessed with the opportunity to go to a school that I can consider home with people that I've grown to love as brothers and sisters. Without some of the people I'm friends with today, I wouldn't have made it through this past semester. From conversations that still ring in my ears to romps in the park late at night to special events orchestrated just for all of us to come together and enjoy each other's company, I can wholeheartedly say I have some special friends.
This one particular instance is still clear to me, since it only happened less than two weeks ago. As I mentioned in a previous post, I (and quite a few others) sort of learned to swing dance from our friend, James – a snarky theatre major with big dreams and more ambition than he knows what to do with. This night was different from the others because a few people's parents had come down, and Josh's and Christian's stuck around to watch the excitement. They saw us a bit more... candid than normal, since finals were over, but I know they enjoyed it.
In short, my night consisted of swing dancing, riff-offs (y'know, from Pitch Perfect? They're fun if you and your friends know enough songs to keep going), group hugs, and sad goodbyes. I don't know how many tears I shed that week, but most of them were during that night. Still, I know I'll see them again soon, and I cannot wait to see what the next semester has in store for me.
As this post draws to a close, I will share with you a couple of pictures from my last night on campus and a notice that I will be reducing my posting from once a week to once every two weeks. It's not that I don't have time; I just won't have enough content to keep readers satisfied during my boring summer. I hope to post something even more impressive each time instead! I'll be trying to do an album review or two at some point and maybe a book review, as well as some continuations of my music recommendation posts. Until next time. (:
- Sara
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