I should be doing any number of things right now (like studying for my Floral Design test, figuring out code for my Stats class, reading over a paper on marital conflict for research, or reading about the trial of Joseph Smith's murders for D&C), but I don't want to do any of those things at the moment. Right now, I want to write about life.
The other day I was packing up my stuff at the end of my sociology class. As I was putting my notebook in my backpack I had the thought, "I'm in college."
Since I started college over two and a half years ago, I have no idea why that thought came into my mind right then. Obviously I'm in college. Have been for a while now. But for some reason, in that moment, it all became real to me all over again.
Maybe it was the ordinariness of the moment that made it so extraordinary. When I started at BYU, I was so busy trying to figure out how to handle this new life that I never really took the time to marvel at it. Now, not only am I in college, but being in college is not new. Being in college is normal for me now.
College was something I had looked forward to all my life. I saw my older siblings and their friends go to college and thought everyone seemed so old and mature. Now, that is me. (And let me tell you, I'm definitely not old and mature.) I had also almost always wanted to go to BYU. Still, it was a hard a decision for me to make and a harder one to adjust to.
Because of this, I never really got to celebrate the fact that I had done it. I had gotten where I wanted to go. Everyday, I walk to campus, attend class, study, and work at a place that for years seemed like a dream land. I take classes that provide me with knowledge in all aspects of life. I write papers, do homework, and read books that I never would have imagined I could. I have relationships with my professors and have earned their respect.
I have done things that I had never even known to dream about without even realizing I was doing it. All I was trying to do was survive each day; trying to make the challenges of life easy enough to seem ordinary.
Suddenly, I am here. Doing what I love, in a place that I love. And thank goodness for that.
College was something I had looked forward to all my life. I saw my older siblings and their friends go to college and thought everyone seemed so old and mature. Now, that is me. (And let me tell you, I'm definitely not old and mature.) I had also almost always wanted to go to BYU. Still, it was a hard a decision for me to make and a harder one to adjust to.
Because of this, I never really got to celebrate the fact that I had done it. I had gotten where I wanted to go. Everyday, I walk to campus, attend class, study, and work at a place that for years seemed like a dream land. I take classes that provide me with knowledge in all aspects of life. I write papers, do homework, and read books that I never would have imagined I could. I have relationships with my professors and have earned their respect.
I have done things that I had never even known to dream about without even realizing I was doing it. All I was trying to do was survive each day; trying to make the challenges of life easy enough to seem ordinary.
Suddenly, I am here. Doing what I love, in a place that I love. And thank goodness for that.
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