It’s Tuesday, May 10th. I graduate this Saturday, May 14th with a Bachelors in Education and a minor in Communications. Two weeks after this, I begin Graduate School to embark on the journey of obtaining my Masters in Childhood Education. It took me four years to get to where I have planned to be, and I simply have one year left to go to get to where I have dreamed to be. Goodness, time . . . you don’t stop for anything.
This has been one of the most challenging journeys without a doubt. I have grown and changed throughout the breakdowns, the sleepless nights, the studying, the endless lesson planning, and so on. I have learned and observed more material than what I thought was even possible in hopes that it will mold me into the teacher in which I wish to be.
This is true for so many aspects: careers, relationships, homes, and more. My biggest regret these past four years is rushing for graduation to be right around the corner. And now, as I sit on my bed and wait to take one of my last finals as an undergraduate, I can feel the nostalgia sinking in my heart as my head replays the past four years in a quick blur. The laughs and smiles and tears and challenges that embodied my college years are happenstances that I would never wish to be any different than what they were. Everything happens for a reason. I will always be a firm believer in this.
Freshman year was a rough start for me as I juggled college courses and making new friends and attempting to find my place here in Fayetteville. Sophomore year comes around, and I grasp a pretty good idea on how the college life is supposed to work: living in a sorority house, obtaining a part-time job later that year, acquiring a new “friend group” that I know will be my future bridesmaids, and looking to God for the reason for it all. Junior year happens in the blink of an eye, and I soon begin to wonder how my third year of college is already happening and how I am supposed to make a specific career choice seeing that I graduate just the next year. I work more and more, I attend every sorority event that I can, and I hold on to the memories as tight as possible (yet still rushing for graduation to be right around the corner because, well, classes are tough). Before I know it, I am reminiscing on these past years when my senior year rolls around. I find myself attending my “last rush week”, my “last function”, my “last formal”, my “last chapter”, my “last classes”, my last everything before I take on Graduate School. I have rushed these past years so much, and now I can only look back at the memories that have been created and the relationships I am leaving with and the possibility of what my future may hold based on my choices.
Slow down, Kodi. I keep having to remind myself of the good that the presence brings. I am such a future-seeker. I look forward to what is to come and what has yet to arrive. I need to take pride in where I am at this very moment: I still have two finals left as an undergrad and three shifts at work before I walk across the stage at Bud Walton. I still have four days to take in my surroundings and to thank those who have put up with me every step of the way.
As I write this quickly before rushing to get ready for my final, I am gladdened with every ounce of me. As I said before, it has been a tough journey. But I am almost through.
It took me four years to get to where I have planned to be, and I simply have one year left to go to get to where I have dreamed to be. It’s Tuesday, May 10th. I graduate this Saturday, May 14th. Goodness, time . . . you don’t stop for anything.