The End

The last week of my junior year (first year of studies for a seminarian), WAHOO! I remember the beginning of the first semester and I told a trusted friend that if we could make it through the first semester we could make it through the four years. One of them is 3 papers or 35 pages away from being completed.

When I think about the year, I see my amazing fiancé and think about what difference a year can make in a life. I have found professors who challenge me with ideas and projects. I have even found a few who will spend hours perfecting papers with me. Friends, ahh the friends, some are definite lifers. This place will suck you in and bind you together with people you never thought possible.

The world this year, AHH! A tsunami killed hundreds of thousands of people the day after Christmas. Our country re-elect Bush. Countries like Colombia and El Salvador are seeing an increase in violence and political unrest.

I want to scream, rejoice, have my room packed, have my papers written and my wedding already planned and paid for! Most of all, I want to be free to think, free to read what I choose and free to be...just be.