Tomorrow I go back to school.
Well, I suppose I’m technically already “back” being that I will, for the first time in four weeks, sleep in my dorm room, but classes begin tomorrow.
I’m not exactly looking forward to tomorrow. Of course I’ll be happy to see the friends I haven’t been able to see yet today, and of course you understand that I do not want to do homework, but it’s more than that. Once I step into that classroom tomorrow, reality sets in. I will have to face the fact that I am hurling myself into a whirlwind quad that will probably make school control me for the next eight weeks. I will not have nearly as much free time as I would like and I will be spending most of my nights buried in the library. That is one half of reality.
The other half is that I really have said good-bye for a long time. Good-bye to home and good-bye to the friends at home. I will not be able to go home until March, and if I decide to go somewhere for spring break I won’t be home until Easter. I may not see my best friends until May. Of course I am happy where I am and I love my friends here very dearly, but there is a comfort in thinking that the people I have at home are accessible. Not believing that I will see a person in the next four months is not accessibility. The other half of reality is that I really have left home and that I have to continue to learn to live without places and people that just a year ago I thought necessary to my survival.
As much as I am dreading tomorrow, I am excited for the semester. My prayer is that reality will teach me and cause me to grow. That I would grow up and become more independent. That my relationships at college will grow stronger and deeper. That I may rely on God more and people less. That I would become a much closer version of who I was created to be.
Whatever you are doing tomorrow, whether going back to work after the weekend or going back to school after winter break, I hope that you launch into the day with a prayer and a purpose. That whether you are beginning something or continuing in a process that you would feel God’s presence. That you would be molded and shaped.