Actually, my semester ended two days ago. All sorts of interesting things happened during that past few months.
I made new friends.
I reconnected with old friends.
I went through a “I’m-not-sure-if-I-want-to-major-in-this” crisis. Yes, I’m sticking with healthcare management.
I finally learned what it’s like to be a part of Christian community/family.
I had an Indian professor who actually knew how to teach well. It was the most glorious accounting class ever.
I resisted the temptation of jumping the first guy who told me he thought I was cute (yeah, I still have that problem).
I learned the joys of almond butter.
I am one semester closer to graduation and grad school. Dang.
I learned what it’s like to actually collaborate with people on group projects.
I baked more cookies and cake this semester than I ever have.
I had less money this semester than I ever had.
And last but definitely not least, God grew me in a lot of different ways. Or at least that’s what I’m told.
Yet, I feel like hardly any time as passed at all nor have I changed one bit.
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All those things are good…I need a glorious accounting class…
Solution: Transfer to Winthrop.