If we were having coffee, we’d be out on the back deck soaking in the sunshine. Although Northern Minnesota has been hit with enormous rainfalls over the past week resulting in record flooding, we’ve managed to evade all the severe weather.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I turned down a job this week. After multiple interviews, a site visit, and several weeks of intense thought, I decided that being an Assistant Manager at a resort just wasn’t the right route for me. There were so many factors against it personally and professionally. When it came down to it, I just wasn’t willing to make a two year commitment to a job that wouldn’t pay enough to save for grad school in an area with little to no housing options. I think I’ve made the right decision. Continue reading →
I’m torn between feeling very old and very young. On the one hand, I’m not a student anymore, which means adulthood is here to stay. On the other, I frequently get mistaken for a high schooler when out in public. Which is both annoying and flattering.
But hey, twenty three! Two years past being able to legally drink, two years until I can rent a car.
My brothers were home the other night to celebrate. We had family dinner, opened gifts, ate cake, and watched Inside Out. I got a new sweater and scarf, two free passes to my local ski hill, and Howl’s Moving Castle on DVD.
As far as birthdays go, this year isn’t exactly dramatic or exciting. I mean, last year there was a blizzard. Two years ago, I was in England. Today, I’ve got a board meeting and a long slog of office hours. When work is done, Mom and I are heading to the cities to do something fun, which will keep me going through the bore of work .
I’m excited to not be twenty-two. It was definitely a tough year, filled with rocky friendship moments, endings, and transitons. I’m looking forward to a year that is bigger, brighter, and filled with possibilities.
Yesterday, college ended. I took my last exam, met with my senior seminar professor about my performance, and dragged out my packing boxes.
As my four years in Morris draw to a close, I can’t help but reminisce about how far I’ve come. If I could go back in time and tell pre-college Amelia who she would become, she would have laughed in my face.
Become a camp counselor? Travel the world? Become even more book-obsessed? HA. Very funny, future Amelia.
In many ways, college has surprised me. I came in extremely ambitious–not exactly sure what I wanted to do, but eager to work hard and achieve material success. Who’d have thought that attending a tiny and extremely liberal school on the prairie would end in being called to full-time ministry.
I distinctly remember move-in day freshman year. The bundle of nerves constricting my stomach, numbly hugging my parents goodbye, blindly being hearded from event to event, a constant stream of faces and people. I remember calling home on day two of classes, sobbing to my mom that I couldn’t do it. Months of homesickness, of unhappiness, of adjustment.
It took time for me to find my bearings here. It took ages to find my true friends.
Once I found my place, I’d like to say that things were wonderful from there. That life was easy. That I plugged through four years of reading lists, essays, finals, and meetings with happy bliss, surrounded by a wonderful group of friends. To an extent, those things are all true. I certainly did all those things and I will forever be thankful for all the wonderful people I’ve met at Morris.
Academics aside, college is HARD. There’s never been a year that hasn’t been a struggle in some way. I spent three out of my four years in some kind of isolation–be it physical, spiritual, emotional, etc. Sophomore year was my favorite–I had a spectacular roommate, loved my classes, had my best friends by my side, and got to be in leadership for our local campus ministry. But even then, things were never fully sunshine.
But then again–that’s life. It’s never going to be all you want it to be.
Some people always say that high school is the best time of your life. Others claim that your college years take the cake. Honestly, I hope both camps are wrong. I’ve loved college, but I’m not going to let myself cling to these days when I know there are better ones to come.
I wouldn’t trade my college experience for anything. I’ve learned a lot. I’ve grown a lot. I’ve made memories that I will always cherish. I got to study literature, language, and art. I travelled the world and lived out my dreams. I discovered that there is so much more to me than I ever thought possible. I’m incredibly proud of how much I’ve accomplished.
I came to Morris to study what I’m passionate about and it was wonderful. Now it’s time to chase the next passion. I don’t know where I’ll be a year from now, but I’m excited to see where my path leads.