I am at the very end.
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
— Azar Nafisi (via franki-e)
(Source: paradoxicalsentiments, via jaysquaredelle)
Just realized
I was flipping through my tumblr posts and I realized that this blog has successfully been a continuous online record of my transition through college. I started it in Oct. of 2009 and here I am in May 2013, facing my last day of college. It may well be my last day of classes ever.
Where has the time gone?!
I hope it’s true of me as well
I am at work, and a part of my work duties (at least for this week) is to type up the course evaluations students submitted for the various different classes.
There are the occasional outliers, but for the most part, for each of the professor, the comments are generally similar.
For one professor, it’s “Great professor, knowledgeable, passionate.”
For another, it’s “Underprepared, can’t believe he’s been a teacher for so long.”
For yet another, it’s “Friendly, cares about students.”
But as I am reading and typing up these comments (sometimes decoding horrible handwriting!) it just struck me. It is wonderful for others to be able to see what you are passionate about, and think of that highly, even if they don’t really like that subject matter. It’s oddly moving. I thought, how warm and fuzzy these professors must feel when they read that what they have dedicated their lives to studying and practicing is recognized as something wonderful, and that their passion is contagious to those around them.
Then I thought, can others look at me and see what I’m passionate about? If so, what would they say my passions were? What do I want for others to see as being my passions?
I want that. I want others to look and say, wow she has a passion for this and it’s really quite contagious, even though I had no interest in it initially.
But above all, I hope that that main passion others see in me is Jesus. Not my career, not my hobbies, or my earthly relationships. I want it to be my relationship with God. I think I’m quite far from the point at which people can look and identify it as my passion, but I hope I get there someday. I hope I want it enough to work for it.
I should probably get back to typing up these evaluations.
Small life goal: finish a chapstick before it disappears.
(Source: hoesbeforebros-, via jaysquaredelle)
