I can finally breathe without momentarily panicking. Fall semester (and Sophomore Year) is done! For the next 3 weeks, I can forget about exams, French verbs, and getting meal dates.
January brings a new season – a new American President, my favorite roommate moving back home, and junior year. It’s hard to believe I’ve been enrolled in school for 2 years!
My Year Long Pet Peeve – When I started Sophomore Year, I kept saying sophomore wrong. It’s not soph-O–more, I was told countless times, just say soph-more. Forget the ‘O’.
I’m taking the time here, to formally register a complaint. Don’t put a vowel in a word just to completely ignore it, English language. Now that I’m a junior, at least I should never again mispronounce my scholastic status. Or be corrected for mispronouncing my own language, either.
At least I learned something besides pronouncing words correctly. As I’m throwing stuff in my suitcase for Christmas Break, I decided to jot down highlights from the last two semesters.
Spring 2016, I changed my major to Journalism/Mass Communication. While I miss seeing kids and classrooms in the education department, I love the journalism program.
Top 3 things I love about Journalism
There’s so much opportunity while reporting the news.
It’s not everyday you get to tour C-SPAN. Or work backstage on election night. Or host a Christmas Radio Show.
I love getting to work with people. Whether it’s your tv co-host, the people you’re interviewing, or sharing a story with an audience, I love the public relations involved with journalism. Journalism is about culture shaping – telling the stories molding our lives. Stepping into these stories is a privilege.
There’s probably not that many professions that give you the freedom to ask questions. Being nosy isn’t considered a great trait.
But while I may never find the answer to why – I can still figure out the who, what, when, where and how without looking too weird.
I have no idea what I’m going to do without the constant campaigns that defined my sophomore year. Spring last year was so crazy, especially right before the South Carolina primary. And while things slowed down in the fall, I managed to make one campaign trip to NC before November 8th.
I’ve met some amazing people working politics. My roommate and I worked Marco Rubio’s campaign together. Our JMC department teamed up to broadcast election night. Our campus hosted candidates, debate watch parties, and started a public policy club.
While I’ll still be paying attention to the state of politics, the season of political fandom networking has definitely slowed down. With one main benefit – not staying up till 2 AM for election returns.
When I dreamed of being an adult, my dad read me the story of Jeremiah. Jeremiah was a prophet with a really hard job – warning God’s people they were about to go into exile. Jeremiah faced some tough opposition and went to God to complain. My dad liked to quote God’s reply, “You’re complaining about the infantry now, what are you going to do when the calvary attacks?”
I used to hear that and think – but adults have jobs and money! Life can’t be that hard.
Ahem, not so fast.
I’ve enjoyed a lot of stuff that comes with becoming an adult. Getting to vote. Making a shopping list. Owning a MacBook.
But the challenges are real. Joining a church. Navigating relationships. Paying bills.
College has just been a small taste of what life brings. While it’s nerve-wracking to think I’m going to be dealing with this the rest of my life, one thing is sure. It doesn’t matter whether it feels like infantry or calvary, God’s still in control.
It’s Not Up to Me
If there’s one lesson I’ll carry with me beyond Sophomore Year – ‘It’s Not Up to Me.’
While I can do my best, ultimately God’s ways are better. And no matter how carefully thought out
my plans, I still seem to live in a snow globe. Think you know what’s happening? Let’s turn it upside down and shake it up. I suppose all of us do live in a sort of snow globe, though we like to think we’re actually in charge.
And it’s easy to make plans. In August, I wrote about my fall semester goals. Good goals – eat breakfast, budget. Some achievement goals – earn reasonable grades, read 5 books a month. And fun goals – visit Atlanta, write 500 words a day.
But it’s silly trying to live only in your goals. And forgetting that what actually happens isn’t entirely up to me. God has a better, bigger plan. Instead of visiting Atlanta, I was given the opportunity to visit DC. And budgeting proved to be so much tougher than I thought, especially when I couldn’t find a job till after midterms.
God consistently reminds me – the things I want, aren’t what’s exactly best.
-My Sophomore Year Theme Song-
“By faith we see the hand of God
In the light of creation’s grand design
In the lives of those who prove His faithfulness
Who walk by faith and not by sight
By faith the church was called to go
In the power of the Spirit to the lost
To deliver captives and to preach good news
In every corner of the earth
By faith this mountain shall be moved
And the power of the gospel shall prevail
For we know in Christ all things are possible
For all who call upon His name
We will stand as children of the promise
We will fix our eyes on Him our soul’s reward
Till the race is finished and the work is done
We’ll walk by faith and not by sight”