I WOULD DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

It's happening my friends. GRADUATION. T-minus 10 days. So we did the only practical thing to do before having an "am I seriously about to be a real adult?" breakdown... senior portraits. Veronica and I grabbed our cameras and decided to snap something worth putting on an announcement card. Of which I now have 20 sitting in my room, unaddressed and unstamped. I'll get to it.

These are the reminiscing times. The hours scrolling through freshman year move-in photos, when we were oblivious that we still really had no responsibilities yet. They were perfect years. I mean, not in the slightest bit actually perfect in comparison to the definition perfect. But perfect for me. The homesick nights, the roommate drama, the long-distance relationship, consuming stress of an RA life, and the classes I should have worked harder in. Perfect for me. Because it means that I was learning to trust Jesus more, and learning the art of forgiveness. And in reality the good far outweighs the bad in these past 4 years. So I have nothing but thankfulness and gratitude to have lived the college dream life. And in honor of all things I love, a bullet point list of a just a few of my favorite moments from these years:

- Freshmen orientation week: My roomies and I were THE most typical, excited, and outgoing freshmen. Everyone we met was our new best friend. And I can't remember the last time I had so many experiences in so short a time. We were on top of the world. 

- Football games: Of course. Our entire goal of the games was to be front row in the stands to get on the jumbotron as many times as possible. That's not even an exaggeration. 

- Christmastime on campus: I love everything about it. 

- Phantom of the Opera: My first show here at school. This changed everything for me.

- Prayer Leader, to Spiritual Life Director, to Resident Assistant: Every leadership position stretched me beyond what I thought possible. And I can't imagine my years without these experiences, and the girls I worked with who mentored, challenged, and loved me. 

- My first apartment! 

- FRIENDS: There is nothing like living on a hall with 75 other girls. You become friends with people "just because." It's the most wonderful thing, I think. And whether or not you grow close, you've still been loved by more people than you can count in the end of those 4 years. That's what I'll miss most.

- Christian: My love. These years, with him here, is just a priceless thing. 

I would do it all over again.