It’s 12:40 right now… probably will be 1:40 when I’m done with this haha
I sang an hour ago at the graduate’s graduation: the last obligation of my freshman year.
It’s over. My first year of college is over.
It’s been quite an interesting year. I can still feel remnants of entering PLNU when I listen to “No Ceiling” by Eddie Vedder, seeing how I was listening to that song right before NSO.
It was weird. I only knew a handful of faces, none of them residing in Hendricks. I had no clue how I’d get to know everyone, yet I had a calm feeling that all would be alright. Man… just thinking as I write, it was so chaotic, yet so much fun. I had to rearrange my schedule five times (thank you Dr. Pedersen for helping me through that).
I don’t really remember who my first friends were here. I know I befriended Jeff O’Rourke and Braden Deisher, but I don’t know who I really hung with during the first few days.
It all just went by so fast.
And now we’re here. I’m sitting in Steve Peterson’s room, trying to capture what it was like when I first entered PLNU. Everything is empty. Everything is supposed to be dusted, but I’m not surprised that it isn’t. Soon this room will be a home to incoming freshmen next year who were in the same shoes as I was—no clue what the heck is going on.
Correction. This is going to be Gibbons’s room.
I’m going to miss this year. It was such a great and challenging two semesters. I can’t say I’m a new person, but man have I changed. Hendricks does that to you. Heck, living in a new environment does that to you. Through observation alone, you learn how people act. You learn about the multiple facets of Christians today—some that have inspired and some that have appalled.
I entered PLNU knowing virtually no one. Now… I have friends that will last a lifetime. Grades will come and go, but friendships like these wont (then again, scholarships dont come and go haha). I don’t know how I met these kids. I don’t know what attracted us together. The fact is, I’ve met some awesome people at Loma.
One of them is leaving me in a couple hours. I didn’t buy a ticket, so I couldn’t watch her receive her empty diploma. I wish I could. I wish I could share that moment… see her in her summa cum laude cords, receive the green container. Oh well. Next year is going to be quite different without her. Life moves on, but a part of me wont. Then again, it’s not like she’s dead… but it will be different. Oh jackie… my dear friend.
So I sit here. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to just ponder.
Things are fine. Things should be fine. Things are relatively right where I stand. Yet… I don’t know.
I’m done with classes. I’m done with finals. But something’s up.
Maybe it’s just the remeniscent feeling. Or maybe it’s the loss of a great friend.
Whatever it be, this year has been a great one.
I hope the best for the following.
