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First of the Last or Last of the First

January 9th, 2018

Today marks the first day of classes for spring semester. Which for me was not having classes at all. I made a list of things to do to get other errands done but as many other seniors have started classes today it was the beginning of the end of our undergraduate careers today.

It really hadn't dawned on me that I was really going to graduate or that I was a senior until recently. The small pieces have been there but as graduation is being talked about, graduate school and as we call it, life after Olivet, I have realized that it is the beginning of the end of a season of my life.

Things have changed so much throughout the pasted four years that I cannot believe who I have become and how much I have grown but also how much I have changed. College changes you, they told me and wow I never believed it but it is very real. There have been many laughs, tears and memories along the way but dang. I have loved this journey.

It is odd to think that it will come to an end but I know the Lord has a better plan for me along the way. As I go into this last semester of undergrad, I know it is going to be hard. Classes are going to kick my butt and I will be praying to it to be over soon enough but it has been an adventure none the less.

The last memories are always the sweetest and I know that the last few months will be precious. Oh the places I will go in the next few months as my life begins to change.

Where will this life lead? Where is your life leading you?

xoxo,
Em 

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