Interestingly, it’s much, much better than dead week. I feel good about life, kind of nostalgic, not entirely stressed, kind of in a state of zen/awe/paralysis/”huh?”
Retrospectively, this semester was all-over fantastic. I enjoyed my classes (except econ but whatever, I took the final and it’s done!) and I absolutely loved living with my roommates. I don’t even think I can describe how much I appreciate them. We are like, made for each other. We get along well, I love spending time with them, they make me laugh and smile and all that jazz, and I’m so glad that I call them my friends. We were discussing earlier how we don’t really have that many friends outside of the four of us — but that it’s kind of okay, because we happily enjoy each others’ company on Friday and Saturday nights…we’re kind of lame in terms of the college scene, but we like it so it’s fine.
I made new friends, I grew away from old friends, I did superbly on some exams, not so hot on others, learned a lot about school, learned even more about life.
In semester #3 of my college career, I learned (and I don’t mean knowledge, I mean experiential learning) that God is my provider and nothing in this world is secure except Him. I bought my first car (all mine!!). I lived in my first apartment. I experienced my first semester of Purdue Food Science. I made a whole project about chocolate. I called my grandma consistently 3 times per week, most weeks. My sister got engaged. I moved into a new house back in the homeland. I watched some pretty sketchy movies. I decided (and I mean REALLY decided, like actively pursuing) that I want to be a doctor. I went to therapy consistently — and actually got something out of it. I read my bible — not all of it, but made a good dent in my bible-reading-plan. I didn’t fall in love, and that’s okay. I also learned that college gets better. Each semester has been better than the last, and I’m so grateful that this one was as enjoyable as it was. SO THANKFUL. And, as sad as I am to leave it all behind — the comfortable class schedule/routine, the enjoyable classes, the awesome roommates, the happiness and refreshment of loving this semester — I am encouraged for the future, and glad that I have another semester of a great living situation for part II of sophomore year, and also encouraged for the rest of my college career. Life is good, folks, it’s good.
And so now? It’s 11:27. I have completed my biology final and my economcis final (did I really survive that class or am I just dreaming?) and I am flying through this week. I have a day to study for organic chemistry and then I take my last final on Friday morning. Then I’m done — just like that — with my first semester of sophomore year of college.
School is ending, the year is ending, and I’m a little weirded out that so much in my life has happened already, but I’m grateful for every minute of it. Every struggle, every triumph, every success and every “failure,” even though there arguably are not failures. I’ve been beating down farther than I’ve ever been in the past two ish years, but as hard as it was, there is beauty in it. I can see how I’ve become stronger. I can see how my weaknesses were exposed and torn apart and made new. I can see how I’ve not allowed myself to be DEFINED by my struggles and the hard things in life, but that I’m working through them and changing and experiencing and really seeing. I’m learning what perspective means.
All the events and changes of the past two years have been crazy, impactful and intense, and it’s interesting to see that they all started rolling in after I came to know Christ. Some people think that knowing God and being a Christian makes life easier and whatever. No. Life is sometimes more difficult because there are more responsibilities and convictions — but all that aside, it makes “some things” easier because God gives me strength. In Christ, I was strong enough to live through the past two (or two and a half) years. I could have easily thrown in the towel — and almost did, multiple times — but Christ helped me endure, and now look where I am! I have had a wildly successful year of college, I’m proving to myself that I am strong and resilient, and that I’m not broken and messed up just because life got harder!
I am truly, truly blessed, and I’m working on realizing that and feeling satisfied every day. It’s my ultimate goal.
“I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well-fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or living in want. I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.” -Philippians 4:11-13
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