Happy almost-Thursday, happy summer! The South is baking (I mean, I feel like like a chocolate chip cookie in the oven!), and I have determined that the best invention that ever blessed the South was the air conditioning. This morning I reminded myself that it is only Wednesday. Two more days before the weekend. Pull through, guys, pull through. However, that was not the only thing I was reminded of this week...
It dawned on me that this was my last summer as an undergrad. It brought a smile to my face, a quick feeling of peacefulness and contentment. This is my last batch of summer classes. I am a senior. That is terrifying, emotional, pleasing, amazing. It is a thousand things, all wrapped up into a simple statement. I thought about my age, 20 (21 in December), and how it seems odd that I am graduating a year earlier than expected, earlier than my former classmates and friends. But, I could have graduated this upcoming December, even earlier, had I not been accepted into the honors program. And looking back, I am immensely grateful that I was accepted into the honors program. That fate, luck, my heavenly Savior, what have you, orchestrated it in such a way. In fact, walking to my car one afternoon this week, I thought about how grateful I truly was for every event that has brought me to that moment, this moment...even this precise moment as I sit behind my laptop and type out this excessively long, sappy story, haha! Silly? Perhaps. But truly inspiring, humbling, and motivating? Without a doubt.
In many ways, I feel like I was at East Georgia State College just yesterday as a dual-enrolled college freshman and high school senior. New to the college experience but familiar with the expected rigor of the traditional college class (Honors in high school semi-preps for expectations in college, so in essence, I was not entirely nose-diving into the unknown.). Today and for the remainder of the school year, I am a senior, venturing into my second and possibly final year at Georgia Southern. Familiar with the college experience, in sync with the rigor of the traditional college class. Graduating at 21 may be intimidating, but the additional semester I have will focus on growing and preparing (Hopefully for post-undergrad studies!) for life after May. I suspect I will have the time as I intend to take twelve hours for the first time, in a normal fall to spring year, in three years.
Graduating on the cusp of 21, as I think about it now, still seems more frightening than anything in the world. And, I do not doubt that I would have pursued the summer courses and graduated in December if I had not been in the honors program. I am that kind of person, the type who likes to do things succinctly. If there is an opportunity at finishing in the quickest, most carefree way possible, I seize it. That being said, for the past year (If I am being totally honest with myself, from the moment I understood I had to be a functioning adult one day...), I have really investigated career fields, now that I have switched majors, and while I am still unofficially undecided, I get another semester to think things through and allow my applications to dictate my final career choice.
This brings me to my next point. I have been pressuring myself with this GRE. Math and I do not have chemistry, if you will, and while I am working at revisiting and refining my math knowledge, the challenge has been a formidable one. I have also researched some GRE study plans this week to better understand how to walk into the test with a feeling that I will succeed. July marks three months before the test day, so go figure!
My first history exam for the semester is tomorrow, so I have been super busy with that on top of my political science course, Spanish course, research project data, and GRE. Sleep is for the dead, as they say! This weekend my family is popping by for a visit this weekend, and I am kind of hoping for some fast food and a banana pudding milkshake (If nothing else, just a banana pudding milkshake will do!). I treat myself when they are in town, haha! I am also debating whether to purchase this book. I love to read, but I never have time these days. So, waste of time? Possibly. Waste of money? Never, it may just take three years and a layer of dust for me to finally have time to read it. Anyhoo, I heard it was chilling, and besides, I love a good mystery! Bonus: It is nonfiction! Also, a heart-racing, eerily spooky fictional read, that is my all-time, favorite book ever--And Then There Were None--is an excellent one as well! Have a cool weekend!