
This would be an accurate picture of how I feel today.I love school and I was super excited about this semester because it is going to be very challenging and I plan on learning sooo much. I have World War II History and that makes me immensely happy, because for some reason I have always had a fascination with this war and its inner workings. Other than that I am not too keen on my other classes: Reporting I, Research Methods and Spanish I. Doesn't that sound exciting? (insert sarcasm here)Yesterday I was still optimistic, but then again I only had one class. The source of my sadness is not my class load, nor is it the lack of excitement, but rather that I feel too old to be here.
I am currently sitting here in the Taylor Center and everywhere I look, I see incoming freshmen. Some of these kids I taught in numerous D'nows and some I don't know at all, but they look VERY young. This normally wouldn't bother me, but all my "old" friends have either graduated or are not here on Tuesdays/Thursdays. I am going to revisit the feelings of this summer and say that I miss Jenna. She was always at school and if I had an abnormally long break she would come visit me. I would eat lunch with her and vent my frustrations about life, love and literature. I am enjoying having Erica Armstrong and Erica Johnson here, as they are two of the most precious girls and I feel like they are going to be a great encouragement in my time of oldness. ;) I also am thankful to have Jenna's sweet friend Clara here to encourage me as well. She is super precious and absolutely adorable!
I feel like this is just another time of transition for me. I also feel like maybe I am here to be encouraged and to encourage those younger than me. Like maybe God is going to use me. I know it may be weird for me to feel this way, but I just feel weird. I mean on one hand I am a 20 something student, and on one hand I am a married girl who can't really (doesn't want to) participate in the things that other college students do. I mean there are extra curriculars that everyone is talking about and I really have no desire to attend them, because I would rather be with Drew, but at the same time it would be fun to be able to participate in the conversations pertaining to these events. On the other hand I did just participate in a conversation where I felt very motherly...perhaps I should just remain silent. This semester should provide me with lots of interesting blog topics.
Bittersweet, all around. I miss you and school, but being old is kind of fun. You're there for a reason; claim that promise. Let's start our Study back up :)
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