My life as a college senior

Exhaustion has set in. Any free time is best used napping. My mind has had no semblance of alertness in days. Ahh. . . WOW Week! That's right. As I type, there are three more precious days of late nights, early mornings, and worst of all, no free time!

Life as an RA so far has been anything but glamorous. Fortunately, I had observed enough RAs to know what to expect, and it has been exactly what I expected. Coincidentally, I've never felt like a mature (debatable, I know), upper-classman before this week. It's just that most of the freshmen (especially the guys on my wing) seem so incredibly young! Being an RA and once again being entrusted with six new students in my WOW group has brought home the fact that this is my last year in college. Kind of a scary prospect.

Not that I'm scared of the future, because I'm not. With my God, there is nothing to fear. However, sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming to think that in nine months I will (Lord-willing) walk across a stage, receive my dipoma, shake Dr. MacArthur's hand, and be a college graduate. I wonder how many people in America, let alone the world, have that opportunity. What percentage actually graduate from a four-year college? What percentage do it in four years? How often do I take my comfortable, safe, fun life for granted?

On that note, it's time for King Josta's Shindig. In WOW terms. . . dinner.