I walked to school this morning feeling like a kindergartner. Well, not really. More like a senior in college and this is my last first day of school at UCLA ever (I’ve only had two). Anyhow, after waking up at 6am for a morning climb with Alana , my roommate made me a breakfast of eggs, ham, cheese, and tomatoes (just like Jackie!) and 5 of us girls bustled around the apartment getting ready for school. I threw my backpack on and faced the long walk that eventually leads me to Public Policy (far end of the campus). While walking I was listening to David Crowder and thinking (as I often do on my way to and fro class)… thinking about that moment, this year, what next year holds, where m heart is, where the power of the Holy Spirit is taking me, etc… so many thoughts.
Last night I couldn’t go to sleep because I was asking God questions about my life. I’m not sure that I necessarily received answers thus far, but I asked them nonetheless and finally wrote until I fell asleep on the couch in the living room. I think that the questions I have about my life are still running around and it sort of excites me. The fear of the future has become an exciting process of discerning the next step. And then I stop and think to myself; “Annie. It’s just your first day of school.”
That means I get to learn about American women writers, Paul of Tarsus, and English lit from 1660 to some other time period for 10 weeks… and in just 30 more weeks of instruction with 8 more classes I will be clothed in my cap and gown with a diploma in my hand. Just thought you should know that.