What happens in college.

Ida Scott Taylor once wrote:

"Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone.
And do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to come.
Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering."

Two more weeks and it’s official…I’m now a sophomore. It’s funny I’ve only been in college for a year but it sure feels like I’ve been there forever. Earlier this morning, I caught myself wondering what this new school year would be like. Is it going to be different? Hmm. I doubt that – procrastination and harsh professors are a classic. But the real question here is – am I ready to trade my summer for a new set of class cards? That would mean no more Grey’s Anatomy and Gossip Girl marathon; goodbye to my Paulo Coelho books and hello to mind-numbing tomes. My first year was a bit traumatic which makes me feel uneasy welcoming this imminent school year. I had professors giving us unreasonable grades; a registrar who shouts at your face when unnecessary; and a guard who thinks she’s the dean. You’ll be surprised to know that the people who inspire you to pursue your dreams are the same people who will make you doubt that dream of yours. But the thing is, college is never easy. Even if you put your best effort on that practical, midterm, and final exam, a feeling of inadequacy would still linger. It seems as though a 100% is not enough. Then you’ll find yourself uncertain of the path your taking. I know so because I’ve been there. Nobody prepared me for the consequences I have to endure for taking a course I do not like. I would never wish anybody to be stuck in a situation where they had to choose between their dream and their parents’ reality check. It’s a tragedy when children are sent to school like young men are sent to war—parents hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. As for me, my steadfast faith was my escape and Christ was my savior—and will always be.