It
has been a while since I last wrote—at least for the blog. But between last
post and now, I’ve graduated (or “commenced”) from Calvin College: four years
of strenuous studying, of passionate and inspiring professors, of learning, of
being loved, of struggling, of being cheered on through it all. Four years, and
I have graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English and a minor in Spanish.
Four years and I’ve left bits of my heart scattered at Calvin, throughout Grand
Rapids, in Michigan. Four years, four CAM/walking boots, one semester in Spain
and one semester on academic leave, three communication classes, two psychology
classes, countless books (the beginning of a mini-library), three semesters
with a solid, wonderful counselor, one Festival of Faith and Writing (and a
hankering for more), four years. It has been, as goes the cliché, good, and it
has been hard.
So
now what? The always present question, the unoriginal question, for “educated
young adults”: now what? Oh, I don’t know. Nor do I mind not knowing. I’m not
God. (Who would’ve thought?) Part-time work. Lounging around Felton and Santa
Cruz, fat and happy. Writing. Living as a "wordsmith,” however that may be made
manifest in the employment I see this year. A little fun wouldn’t hurt either.
:)