Today is the first day of classes for my final semester as an undergrad...hmm. I guess it hasn't really hit me yet.
Sometimes I feel like things like this are not a big deal for me because I have seen both of my brothers go through the same stages, and it is not much of a shock to me. A lot of my friends and family say things like, "It's your last semester! Aren't you excited?!"
I guess I'm excited, but it's not like I'm done with school forever after this. I'm hopefully going to grad school, and maybe when that is finished...maybe I'll be excited, or not. I'll probably just be worried about getting a job.
The whole idea of me not being excited is a little disappointing. I don't stop take the time to think about what I have accomplished in life. I'm not saying that I'm worthy of an award or something, but I always seem to downplay everything I do accomplish just because I have to move on to the next stage of life so quickly.
"And will you succeed? Yes indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed."
I'm in such a rush to finish each level of education, I don't get a chance to think about how lucky I have had it and how much I need to thank God for everything He has allowed me to do.
Just some thoughts...this post didn't really go anywhere so I will leave you with this clip that has nothing to do with what I just said: