Junior (*gulp*) Year Reflections

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Me oh my, what a year.

As is often the case around here, it’s been a while, friends. I’ll make my excuses, but it’s up to you to decide whether or not they’re good.

After returning from France (and currently plotting my way back!!), I jumped into the deep end with intro classes for journalism. I filled out the paperwork in France and enrolled in a poorly-orchestrated schedule of my own design. Lesson: it’s okay to take things slow. That was a lesson gleaned in hindsight, because as they say, hindsight is 20/20. Although, I’d still question mine, because my regular eyesight is horrendous and I’d wager I’m legally blind without my glasses.

All classes except one required a good deal of reporting, so I spent most of the semester running around both Boston and Cambridge doing research, interviewing sources, gathering photos, and then plunking down on my bed for hours to organize, draft, edit, and do more research. I was a grumpy cat this semester.

Despite my grumpy cat status, it was a transformative semester, academically speaking. I learned a lot. I had the pleasure of making acquaintances I otherwise would have passed by. I finally understood what it meant to love something because I love writing. As much as the workload was stressful, I never felt obliged nor burdened. Starting assignments was difficult at times, but always immensely satisfying in a way other fields (except French) have never been.

That being said, I don’t know if I want to go into journalism as a full-time career, but I’ve picked up techniques, sharpened my writing skills, and learned so much. I’m grateful for that, and though I hate uncertainty and volatility, the biggest lesson of this year has been that God is faithful.

Faithful as in, He may not follow your plans, but He never ceases to walk along side you. Many times this semester I thought I would have a meltdown. Not a tantrum, but a committed-to-an-institution meltdown. There were too many things out of my control (and that are still out of my control) this past year, and while God has not provided answers, he has provided, graciously, peace beyond understanding.

I freely admit I detest- no, abhor- the lack of answers. Often I find myself enraged. But I have also received His peace, a soft whisper to my heart, telling me not to worry. Against my mind’s better judgement, my heart listened.

The second thing I’ve learned is that you have something to say. I’ve never believed that I have anything to say. I don’t like trouble. I’ll take things as they come. But this semester I’ve had to deal with confrontation and contribution as I’ve bumbled my way through membership on the Navigators’ student leadership team. That itself was surprising because I almost quit on two occasions. But it was probably one of the better decisions I made this semester.

My last takeaway (although there are many more), is not profound. Only this: it’s never too late to start.

I’ve been telling myself since freshman year that I would write for the school newspaper, but never mustered up the courage to join. Well, this semester, I did, and wrote for the features section. It’s not a huge accomplishment by any means, but I’m proud of myself for following through with a small goal.

Also, I lied. There’s one more thing- let life surprise you. It’s part of the adventure.

[Changes are coming to this little site of mine. Hope you’ll stick around. xxx]

 

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