Graduation is tomorrow. I have been thinking a lot about my life as a student and how insane it is that tomorrow at 10:00am I will be at Kennesaw State University wearing a cap and gown prepared to officially commence my journey as a student. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with school. I love it when I succeed and hard work pays off but when it gets it the way of life then our relationship becomes a downward fall. When I chose Spanish as my major I had no idea what I wanted to do with it. I just knew I loved the language, the culture, and I got great grades in Spanish class. I have been giving that explanation ever since the beginning of my college career and I thought by now I would have an exact reason to why I chose Spanish, but here I am still being clueless to what career I will pursue as a graduate. Spanish is beautiful, maybe that’s why I really chose it as my major-because God wanted me to experience something beautiful and different, a different love language to speak to Him with. Everyone loves beautiful things and follows in their direction when they have no where else to go. I have fallen in love with the language and the poetry and probably could tell you more about the history of Spain than the history of America. College has been a crazy ride and to be honest I feel like now that school is out of the way I can finally start my life and really spend more time doing things i’m passionate about. Can I get an Amen? Writing is one of those things that helps me escape. That’s what passions are, right? Mini escapes. So I thought a fresh new blog would be appropriate to this next stage of life I’m embarking on.
I’ve felt so sentimental lately towards all of the people who have helped me get through school. My parents for one who always encouraged me to do my best and because I love to make them proud I always tried to get good grades. My college roommates at North Georgia who helped me to survive in the precious mountain town far from home. My accountability girls who always reminded me i’m never alone in the struggle. My husband whom I started to date right at the beginning of college who has been with me every step of the way even when I practiced presentations in Spanish that he didn’t understand a lick of. Most importantly, my Savior has carried me through many seasons of joy and pain throughout the past 21 years of my life. I remember when I was afraid that I wouldn’t even make it to high school graduation because I was so deep in depression and couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. Jesus walked me out of the darkness and back into the light, he gave me air. And now i’m about to graduate from college and be done with school forever and I owe everything to Jesus. Every time I would get stressed and anxious about school, which happened quite often, I had to remind myself that even in the chaos-Jesus is constant. He is my resting place, my hope. No matter what happens from here on out in my life-Jesus is good and will lead me home to his arms when life tangles me up.
Ode to Español
English was my first love,
a language so easy and true
I spoke with speed, and devoured words too
Countless words and countless prayers
Innumerable books I read with care
All in English- my language so bare
Entonces llega el Español
el lenguaje como el mar
tan profundo y hermoso
y siempre me hace pensar
Español me llama a las aguas
para sentir algo a fuera de mí mismo
me hace brillar como los luciérnagas
así que puedo ver la luz adentro de mí mismo.