Chevron Strawberries

What's up, homies?

It's the end of the semester, and it feels like I should sleep for the next four weeks. Or five. Or maybe six. I don't know, but I'm exhausted. I took my chemistry final this morning, and I've been packing my car since then, but it has been one long day. And tomorrow is my physics exam!

As everyone says their final goodbyes until next fall, and the boxes and bags disappear from the lobby, I start to get a little sad. Or a lot sad, I suppose. I'm really going to miss everyone this summer, especially the ones that live farther than an afternoon drive away. And especially the ones that are going to be gone for ten weeks out of the summer for a mission trip. Those may be the hardest to say goodbye to.

But we'll all be back in the fall, and that's why I'm not too sad. But still, after a year of practically living with these people, it's going to be different going home when they aren't a couple floors away, or at least a five minute walk away. When we can't up and field-trip to Chick-fil-a or Burger King whenever we are hungry. When we can't lay on each other's floor and cry about our studies. When we can't listen to each other get updates on weird doctor Snapchat stories. When we can't laugh about throwing tissues on each other's heads.

It's been a good year, no matter how hard, and scary, and confusing, and overwhelming it's been. It has been good because I've made friends I wouldn't trade for anyone. Even the ones I'm not friends with anymore still made for good memories, and tears and failures have made for good lessons. Freshman year has been one big adventure, and while I still have a little less than a day left, I'm happy with how it finished. I've been broken a lot, but I've also been fixed up by people who really care. I've been thrown a few punches, but I'm still standing strong.

And I'm ready for a summer full of adventures, getting ready to get back into the swing of things for the fall.

I don't know where your schedules stand, but I hope wherever you are, you're in a good place. And if you aren't, just remember that this, too, shall pass. And when you feel lost, there is always Someone to guide you. I love you all, and I hope you have an excellent, brilliant evening, my chevron strawberries.