The longest journey
Yesterday marked a momentous day in this short-lived (but seemingly eternal) career as a student. It was my last official day of class; however, seeing as I still have two papers and a take home exam to undertake before next Wednesday, which is the last day of classes, the nostalgic sadness was rather bittersweet. As I drove away from that starkly stoic building isolated from the rest of the dissimilarly beautiful campus, I thought about how much change has occurred in these 20 months. My first few weeks blossoming into months here, I could hardly find anything that didn’t make me curl up at night and cry. But now, as I awaken each day, I can hardly make it through a day without at least one good, hearty laugh.
I stepped into this program on pure chance, and here I am, thinking that this might actually be my career path. And even more surprisingly, when I never thought I could find that balance between passion un-refuted and functional realism, I genuinely feel as though I have a firm grasp on both.
This little girl with schematic dreams has grown up, realizing that not everything has to be laid out as an architectural plan. And moreover, has found true peace in herself and along with it, peace of mind.
posted by Sheila @ 4/28/2005 07:38:00 AM
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