I have officially finished my first semester as a college student.
Time has FLOWN by.
Well, in certain parts.
I can honestly say, and have said to one of my favorite coworkers, that I am a COMPLETELY different person than I was at the beginning of this semester.
I thought I changed a lot in the three years of high school I had, but that was NOTHING compared to this.
I have had to re-evaluate my beliefs constantly to make them fit all the knowledge I have gained.
I am very proud to say that I’ve changed, actually.
I have learned more this semester, both in the classroom and through personal experience, than I could have ever imagined.
I cannot thank Wesleyan faculty, staff, and my sisters enough.
You have all shaped me and changed me.
It sort of scares me and excites me at the same time for the next three-and-a-half (WHAT) years.
So while, yes, I have had some bad times this semester, I am lucky enough to have a GIANT group of sisters surrounding me, waiting to bring me back into the fold.
I cannot say enough good things right now.
One of the biggest ways I have seen the epitome of sisterhood this semester is when K, one of our own, went in the hospital last week, and the outlook was bleak.
Wesleyannes from all over were praying or sending love.
And while she’s still not doing well, and it will be a rough road to recovery, both the steps forward and the steps backward have been rejoiced and cried over by many a Wesleyan woman.
K was one of the first people I met here. I actually mentioned her in a post a couple of months ago.
With all the death I have had to face in my short eighteen years, I have worried and cried over K all week.
But I have felt her presence with me, and her love.
The bond between sisters never breaks, even when hospital walls stand in the way.
And that, my friends, is why it’s good to be a Wesleyanne.