The rain clears away and the clouds begin to move on. The grass looks that much greener on this side of the fence. From meeting with a prospective interpreting major to working the play Steel Magnolias, I have had an interesting day.
Looking out the window, the death of many by form of Ambush water guns is evidenced by chalk body outlines across campus. It’s a gruesome game, and because of it someone will come out victor while the others will hope to rise from their “death” and win next year.
As I look out across the pond, I see prospective students and their parents walking from one place to the next trying to determine the next step in the grand scheme of the rest of their lives.
The world moves, the dust settles and I come to a point of perspective. I am realizing that my life has been altered so much by coming to Bethel. I would not be the same person if I had gone to school anywhere else. I guess I’m sentimental, but it’s true. When I think back through all of the things that I looked for in a school, I wonder if I ever could have imagined how life would be at this point.
I’m thankful for:
- My teachers
- My classmates/friends
- My boyfriend
- My church here
- My mentor
- My RD
- My bosses
- The opportunities
- The ponds
- The daffodils across campus
- The smell of spring
- (free laundry )
- People to look up to and people who look up to me
- My weaknesses so God can show His strength
I could continue, but I figure I had better stop before I start thanking Him for toilet paper. (By the way, going to Ghana, West Africa made me very thankful for toilet paper. )
In closing, the choices you make have consequences. These consequences can be good or bad. The consequences of me choosing to come to Bethel have, I believe, impacted the rest of my life for good.