When I walked into the classroom, I met a boy named Allen. He was an energetic child who wore gray velcro shoes. He would say a few words to me, place his hands on the floor and do a donkey kick, and then go back to talking. He did this until the teacher caught him and told him to sit down. I don't remember much else about my first day of school, other than that a kid named Blake decided to punch me in the face twice. He got into a little bit of trouble for that.
I just finished my last class ever. Environmental Law, specifically. And just like my first day of school, I'm scared, I feel accomplished, and I'm excited. Thankfully, I did not get punched in the face.
When I started kindergarten, I had a pretty good idea that I'd be in school for a long time. Now that I've finished my last class ever, I have no idea where I'm going. I think that's how things are supposed to be, though. I'm a single, 25-year-old, soon-to-be career woman (oh lord, that sounded like a singles ad), and I'm not going to be cocooned in the comfort of a class schedule anymore. The choices in front of me are overwhelming, and I am incredibly blessed.
God has given me so much to be thankful for. My only hope is that I can humbly use those gifts to better humankind and to show unconditional love and service to all people whose paths I cross.
And so ends a very long, happy chapter in my life. My formal education is about to come to a close, but I'm ready for the new adventures (and non-adventures) to begin.
(Oh, and y'all get ready. Next week marks the start of my finals-related blog posts. Heck yes.)